The crack of the bat and the ball soars away
At last a good hit - it's been a bad day.

I glance toward the sky, the ball is still up
I'll make it to second if I have any luck.

The right fielder hits the center fielder; the ball hits the ground.
I keep on running, going all the way 'round.

The ball is recovered, and thrown towards home plate.
I've gone past third, so now it's too late.

The catcher is ready - the ball has been thrown.
You win some, you lose some, I'm sliding for home. - JD