AND NOW PITCHING FOR THE BLUE TEAM, BARACK OOOOOOOOOBAAAAAAAAMA!!

He walked to the baseball diamond with his trademark graceful stride, cool and confident, wide smile, and brimming with charisma.

He looked impeccable walking to the White House podium;he was poised to pitch each program. His pitches were the change up, fast ball, and curve ball, better known as….bail out, take over, and Stimulus. But journalists only wanted to know which tie was he wearing with that handsome tailored suit. “He’s so Jack Kennedy” and; “Look, he doesn’t even sweat!”

The baseball crowd was mesmerized by his Dontrelle Willis style wind up, hands held high over his head, the big leg kick; they never once doubting his ability to deliver. Besides, he’s so cool.

And after all, isn’t presentation half the battle?

……Then the release. The ball left his strong left hand like ink left his pen signing bills for each give away .

The ball, the bailout,the Stimulus bucks;… they flew.

All had confidence that this god that many had come to worship, would deliver both a 95 mile per hour fast ball and a quick month fast economic recovery, straight over home plate, with his perfect follow through taught in the minor leagues of community organizing.

He delivered neither.

The pitcher and president delivered a pathetic little pitch that men called girlie, which only a skilled catcher could rescue from landing in the dirt. The country, rapidly losing hope, is still waiting to see who will save this country when his programs eventually hit the ground.

The crowd immediately looked wistfully to bull pen, for a new pitcher, a new team…. a new hero.

They were tired of the blue team. They never won the big one. Only broken promises and crushed dreams, they could deliver.

They had expected too much and sacrificed too much for their tickets….but he looked so cool They want their money back. But alas, the bank is closed