Baseball...the Old Reliable
Take me out to the ball game,
and it will forever to remain the same,
A bag of peanuts or cracker jacks,
and to enjoy all, that's why we came.
Ruth, Matthews, and DiMaggio,
the old players with such magic, they had,
brought their gifts to our greatest delights,
and to watch them we were glad.
The old reliable , a time proven sport,
is Baseball, and we always will love you,
Nothing to change, for in you we could count,
as over the years, time flew.
An evening spent well with family and friends,
so wholesome, on you to rely,
Four balls is a walk, three strikes and you're out,
is always the umpires reply.
As time moves on and we all grow old,
the game of baseball will never give in,
It's not just for the young, but the young at heart,
will always be there, my friend.
A trip to the park, or at home on the couch,
we can forever enjoy our great game,
There's no kids in trouble and not much spent,
on this joy, and never a blame.
In the Hall, at Cooperstown,
is a long list of the Baseball greats we have known,
The fame and honorable gamesmanship of them all,
over the years has grown.
From the singing of the National Anthem,
and well past "The Seventh Inning Stretch",
We all have such fun and all are kids at heart,
from the first pitch, to that last catch.
Times may seem tough and the economy bad,
but a little time well spent from it all,
Gives us a chance to get some sense of relief,
and nothing to think about, but baseball.
A time honored sport and national refuge,
is a sanctuary, in its grand repose,
if we can catch but a glimpse of our favorite stars,
a worthy cause, as we sit in rows.
Our hats off to Baseball, and its magnetic appeal,
upon many a kid and grownups,
We salute you, oh wonderful past time, so dear,
and to its marvels, we all raise our cups.
The "Old Reliable" always comes through,
to give us all the excitement and suspense,
in watching every given play and each out,
and when the ball is knocked over the fence.
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