Curve balls

Lost games.
I never fancied myself,
an all star.
A pro.
An athlete.
Blow out the megaphone,
cheering for you,
to carry it all across
the goal line.
Foam fingers,
always dragging the chew
out onto the field.
All those conflicting thoughts,
bright as the team's colors,
smeared under my eyes.
I never get to pitch
the ball.
Never the option,
of playing referee.
One day,
we're hittin home runs.
Hear your name,
in every GO TEAM GO.
All pom poms shook,
in your lap only.
Then life starts,
throwing you
curve balls.
Curve balls.
Always a screwball,
you cant predict.
Always thinking too much
at the plate.
Before you know it,
the scoreboards empty.
Before you know it,
you've struck out.
Its over,
long before
you can take a penalty shot.
I don't know nothin,
about playing sports.
But I know,
when I fumbled
it all.
Nothing but rookies,
plucking flowers,
living life on the bench.