Baseball as it was Once Known

In the warmth of the summer, not at night but by day

No major networks casting bids, oh no

Just young men dreaming of making the show

Fathers and sons taking in a game

No steroids or HGH, just umpires to blame

Legends were born on the grass and the dirt

Not by what they were caught with or who it would hurt

Records were set and seen as something hallow

Today we talk asterisk and how some seem so shallow

Wild Cards and All-Star games that matter

Unbalanced payrolls leave no dreams to shatter

Baseball cards of favorites and gum for a snack

Today kids don't buy them, not at $5.00 a pack

The season starts and ends in the snow and the cold

So many meaningless games it gets old

The salaries, the prices, free agents galore

Does this even resemble the game anymore?

I dream of bleachers and games played right

Of grass stains and ripped knees and the sun shining bright

I dream of the game that I use to love

As I played in the sandlot, just a ball, bat and glove