Riddle Poem

I’m launched from the man in the middle

I’m going 90 miles per hour

I reach the batter but he swings and misses

I smack into the glove of the man behind the plate

As the guy on the other side

Throws me as hard as he can

I get ready to be caught

I finally reach the glove and it clasps me tight

When the pitcher throws me

The batter digs in for the fight

I go straight for him

And he swings and I hear a bang

Answer: Baseball