Hill Steals Home

Like a parent, full of encouragement,                                                                           Butter leans in and whispers,                                                                                     “You’re hot.”
That’s all Aaron Hill needed to know.

Foolish Pettitte wasn’t paying attention.
A surprising, yet satisfying fact
as Hill slides under Posada’s failed tag.

The crowd erupts.
Joe Torre cringes.
Steam emits from George Steinbrenner’s ears.

As the dust settles, Hill punches the air.
That was a moment.
A strike against the evil empire.
A roll of the dice that produces a rewarding result.

Eric aka @TheHek

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