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From Brooklyn to LA

The longest tenure of his day,

Scully oh so great you are, I say

Finally ending your play by play.

Going 89 years long

You've seen all the greats play ball

Aaron’s 715th home run strong

And Gibson’s hit over the wall.

On Gibson’s historic night

The Dodgers had a fright

Down in dugout, Gibson had appeared

And now the crowd cheered and cheered.

Hurt in the both knee and foot

Gibson walked up to make the ball go kaput.

Now down to the full count

Gibson looked to surmount.

Doing so in a historic way

Gibson’s hit went up, up, and away.

The players and fans cheered alike

As Scully soon took to his mike.

-Xander Kane

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The bottom of the ninth inning was a night,

When Gibson gave everyone a fright.

The first pitch was a foul,

As Gibson revealed a scowl,

And he got ready to hit again.

Pitch two came in,

It looked like a win,

But surely enough,

Gibson let out a huff,

As the ball went behind the cage.

Pitch 3 was it,

The last chance to hit,

As Gibson got ready to swing.

Pitch, Hit, Crash!

Kirt Gibson had hit a home run!

The crowd was amazed,

By what he had done!

Gibson had won,

the wining run,

As the entire crowd went wild.

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Number 23
Kirk Gibson
up to bat
Injured
Not expecting much from him

First hit,
Foul
Second hit,
Foul

Last hit,
The ball flies so high into the air
Home Run
The Crowd cheers
- Tehyalni

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Number 23 is now up to bat,

Gibson To be exact

With several injuries on his body

In pain like no other.

No one believed he would make it,

He's ready to swing,

The pitcher throws the ball

Bang!

Strike one.

The pitcher throws the ball again

Bang!

Strike two.

One more strike and it's game over

The pitcher throws the ball for the last time,

Bang!

The ball flies,

Everyone is shock

As the ball hits a light pole

Sparks fly everywhere,

No one could believe it
Victory.

-Grace craw

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Shouting, cheering,

clapping,

And a Kirk Gibson

walking up to the plate,

Shouting, cheering,

clapping,

The ball is thrown,

Shouting, cheering,

clapping,

The first strike,

Shouting, cheering,

clapping,

Then the second,

Shouting, cheering,

clapping,

The ball soars through the air,

Then he runs,

All the shouting, cheering,

and clapping intensifies,

Then he gets to the final plate,

And the crowd goes wild.

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Strike out was the player before,

Kirk Gibson was on the floor.

Hurt in every which way,

There was not much to say.

Ready with his bat on the base,

Tension could be seen on his face,

The pitcher was ready to throw,

Fans were ready to withdraw,

Excitement and happiness can be seen,

Kirk Gibson swing his bat like a fin,

First hit was foul,

Fans scowl,

Second hit was a strike,

Kirk was in tension,

Said the player not to mention,

Kirk ready to hit,

Fans are ready for the treat-hit.

Kirk hit the ball with all his might,

The fans squeezed tight,

It was a homerun,

Fans frick,

For Kirk.

By Jayraj Lala.

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Cheyenne Mack

A baseball player, Gibson was the name,

Made the impossible, possible,

Did things, most people couldn't do,

How he played, seemed impossible,

He was hurt,

He stilled played,

Swing and a miss,

Swing and a miss,

The hit made the crowd go crazy,

Gibson hit a homerun

The crowd cheered with amazement,

Gibson had a hit to remember,

Gibson made the impossible, possible

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Hey Vin, Mr. Scully,

Look who's up to plate.

Kirk Gibson, yes sir,

Number 23.

Can barley move,

And yet,

For his team,

He will play.

Dennis Eckersley,

Who does not dare screw up,

Will pitch,

To Gibson.

First swing,

Foul.

Second swing,

Foul.

One more chance.

The odds,

Unachievable.

Or so it seemed.

The odds,

One in a million.

A home run.

Vin, Mr. Scully,

Look who has won.

Kirk Gibson, yes sir,

Number 23.

Can barley move,

And yet,

For his team,

He has done it.

- Julia Grommes

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Injured,

Incapable,

Unable,

Kirk Gibson.

Underestimated,

Overlooked,

Unexpected,

Kirk Gibson.

Up to bat,

Takes a swing,

2 strikes,

Kirk Gibson.

Last hit,

Swings bat,

Home run,

Kirk Gibson.

Crowd cheers,

Disbelief,

He runs,

Kirk Gibson.

Historic,

Unreal,

Unforgettable.

"The impossible has happened."

-Makana Burns

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Madalyn Reed

Gibson was up to bat, 2 outs 1 person on base,

He was hurt and it was not the best case,

He did the impossible, everyone was shocked,

He hit twice and it was fouled off,

The third pitch came, he hit it

He ran, ran, and did not quit.

He saw the ball go so high

The crowd was screaming oh my oh my,

It went far over the fence and 2 runs scored

Not one person had faith before

They won the game, it was a battle

Nobody believed he could do the impossible

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By: Bruce Reeser

He gazes upon the dazzling white ball,

He doesn't understand it, but he remains tall.

As it hits the bat,

He hears a loud spat.

The ball starts flying,

With the eager crowd dying.

He did it,

The man the legend the big hit.

The ball goes flying with desire,

With a single stop on lights with confetti of fire.

The crowd goes flying,

For the home run has everyone crying.

For happiness or sorrow,

No matter what his bright future carries him tomorrow.

He runs injured but not beat,

Cause he gave it all to guarantee a seat.

In the hall of fame,

With those who remain.

The best of the best,

Who had not recessed.

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He was there.

You saw him there,

I saw him there,

Everybody saw him there.

You saw him there.

As he stepped up to bat

No one expected this,

No one.

It was the impossible that happened!

Everybody loved it!

Everybody.

It was incredible,

It felt incredible-

Did it feel incredible?

Of course it was incredible!

We saw the impossible!

Of course it was incredible,

Of course it was.

It was.

Wasn't it?

-Amali McHie

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By: Cooper Haas
You are a diamond in the rough,
you are the perfect announcer.
Even though your job is tough
You always tend to stay with the dodgers

Do you remember the night,
The night of Kirk Gibson,
The one were he hit the impossible,
Most certainly I remember the night,
Like it was yesterday.

You were the announcer
For the 1988 World Series
The hit was magnicefent
As it soared through the air,
I can't remember a time
In baseball history
Were the hit was so fine
And why this happened was just a mystery

But you were the one,
That made the night exciting
The one that made it intriguing
The one that announced,
The impossible
-Cooper Haas

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Throbbing

Aching

Pressure

Pain,

All the feelings in one game,

Beating

Trying

Swinging

Winning,

There is no such thing as quitting,

Seeing

Hitting

Believing

Listening,

Next thing we knew the lights were glistening,

Jogging

Running

Sprinting

Scoring,

Kirk Gibson has all the glory

By Grace Bonney

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Bottom of the ninth.

Two outs.

One batter walked and one batter up.

Kirk Gibson,

Up to bat,
In so much pain,
Yet he will play.

See the tension in the air.

The crowd

holding their breath,

A foul ball,

Hit into right field.

Another foul is hit

Up, up and away.

Two strikes,

The pressure has never been so high.

The pitch.

Coming in fast.

Deep breath,

A swing

Contact

CRACK

The ball is smashed,

Into the crowd,

A homerun!

The crowd is on their feet,

Cheering for the win

That will be remembered,

For years to come.

"The impossible has happened!"

Indeed,
It has.

- Krista Cleland

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Gibson steps up to the plate,

wanting to make the stadium shake.

Standing on his crippled legs,

not backing down,

Dodgers were down by one,

The whole crowd on their feet

Gibson is now up to bat

the pitcher throws and Gibson hits it with a wack.

Foul Ball.

Same thing happens again.

He looks the pitcher in the eye,

Adjusts his hat,

ready to make the baseball fly.

The impossible has happened.
History has happened.
-Franklyn Moreshead

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Gibson was up to bat,

1st swing, nothing

2nd swing, nothing

Finally, there was something

A home run.

Because of you, Vin.

The game was made exciting

People cheered,

People were amazed,

Adrenaline became present.

You made this possible.

A night to remember.

People were not only cheering for Gibson.

They were cheering for you too,

Vin Scully.

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Up to the plate he walks,

People begin to talk,

He begins to get nervous, will he strike out?

His knees begin to lock.

The player before him strikes out

It wasn't really his fault

The pitcher was good

The pitcher was fast

With his anxiety, he fought

Fear started to take control

Fear made him want to win more so

He hits the ball

And that's a wrap

Out of the field it goes

By Azaya González

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This is a story,

about a man who

did the impossible.

A man who was hurting

in both legs and bleeding,

but he went to the field,

oh he went to the field.

He was bent out of shape,

he was broken and bruised,

he was hurting just like me and you.

He was a last resort to them

but he went bravely,

oh he stepped on that field

and the war began.

The pitcher,

one of the best

against an injured man,

it seemed there was no hope left.

But Gibson,

'ol Gibson,

was there nevertheless.

He stood on that field and he hit that ball,

the others watched it fly overhead

it hit the lights and sparks of hope flew,

and a man

he ran

and ran.

The lights were all out

but all eyes were on him,

the man in the moonlight,

Gibson.

-Laura McLees

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Gibson was so banged up it took effort to jog,

yet there he stood up at the plate.

The pitcher winds up and throws the ball,

Crack of the bat,

So close yet only a foul ball

The next pitch was yet another foul

One more strike and it would all be over

The pitcher throws the ball

Crack!

The ball flies through the air

The crowd is on their feet, hoping it will make it out

Bang! The ball hits the light and it's a home run.

The crowd is cheering and the impossible has happened.

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This is the hit to remember,
The dodgers final chance to win,
Number 23 emerged from the dugout, Injured he still managed to step up to the plate and test his luck, deep breath, a swing, the crack of the bat, he did it, Krirk Gibson won the game for the dodgers.
-Jamie Ayala

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Up next to bat
Wearing the team's hat
Gibson prepares to swing
He is prepared to sting

With two fouls
The crowd still howls
The pitcher is bitter
Gibson is a good hitter

Boom
The ball flies like a kite
Then breaks the light
An impossible homerun
Such an amazing height

With all his strength
He ran the great length
His coach was proud
And so was the cheering crowd

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Number 23
Is to injured to play
Walks up to the plate
Chokes up on the bat
Chills run down his spine

Swing
Hit
Foul.
Swing
Hit
Foul.
Everyone in the stands are on their feet.

Takes a deep breath
Swing
Hit

It's a homerun.
The crowd goes wild
Dodgers win the World Series

and just like that,
Vin Scully became a hero.

-Adrian Wexler

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The crowd cheered as number 23 appeared.
Nobody had hope for him,
The possibilities were very slim.

Save the game or be put to shame.
2 fouls and  1 hit.
Trying hard, he did not quit.
Ball flying over the fence, he and the audience were very tense.
With very little hope, all he could do was run.
It was a home run.
The impossible was done,
The Dodgers had won.

- Vivian Cortes

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Oh what a night,

The crowd was filled with fright,

Number 23 went up to bat,

With two already out,

Two torn hamstrings,

Hardly able to walk,

Hobbled to the plate

With Dodgers losing at fate,

A swing and a foul,

he was bound to hit again,

Another swing and a foul,

The crowd began to scowl,

With chills down his spine,

He told himself he was fine,

Another swing,

The crowd starts cheering,

The impossible happened,

A homerun for Mr. Kirt Gibson

-Christina Mullane

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It was a day to remember,
If he would be to hit a home run the crowd would turn to an ember,
Of roaring chants and cheers,
It was such a suspenful moment that even the drunks had put down their beers,
Gibson was coming to the plate,
Although he didn't start he wasn't late.
All he had to do was to hit a home run,
And the game was done.
The pitcher had already thrown two strikes,
He Just needed one more for the dodgers to take a hike,
But Gibson had a different idea on his mind,
As he hit the ball the whole crowd went blind,
Until it collided with the light,
And the dodgers had won the World Series that night.

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It was a night like no other when you watched Gibson go up to bat,
Being injured, no expected much from number 23,
Except for the hope that he would save the game.
The first two hits were solid outs and the crowd slowly lost hope,
But you didn't.
You helped the crowd into excitement when you saw the final swing.
A homerun.
The crowd went wild and the Dodgers had won.
Gibson,
had won.
- Corinne Pagan

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The man behind the mic

Calling the shots

1 walk,

2 foul balls,

2 outs.

Bottom of the ninth

Can he do it?

Injured to the core

Can he hit it

They set

The pitcher throws

The ball goes

Flying through the air

As fast as can be

Spot the ball

Swing

Hit

Up into the crowd

Foul Ball

Once again

Spot the ball

Swing

Hit

Up in the air...

Foul ball

Third times the charm

To weak to sprint

Try again

Last chance

It's all come down to this.

Spot the ball

Swing

Hit

It's up

This time it's in play

It hits a light

Home run!

It's all over

They won.

- Jordan Asbee