I sit here on soft, green grass
On a bright, sunny day
Listening to the chatter of the ump behind his mask
And wishing I was on the field ready to play
I grew up watching Punto, Mauer, and Span
Hoping to be just like them
Doing everything I can
But instead I found myself with a paper and a pen
Peanuts, Brats, and Crackerjacks
Man, what a wonderful day at the park was that
I love seeing Carlos Gomez steal a base
Cause it always puts a smile on my face
I write and write until the day is gone
About defensive web gems and powerful swings
The power of America's game is so strong
What else can it possibly bring?
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