a scorcher that almost took
the catcher’s hand off
came from a place inside Helms
that he didn’t know existed
fiery, angry, competitive thrust
this is what you thought of me
not drafting me at all
well, take this, scouts and naysayers
sorry, ’bout your hand, Johnny
you can ice it down after the game
then I’ll buy you a beer –
no hard feelings
just expressing myself