Touch 'em All

The grass is green and the base lines are white

The rains have all stopped, the sky is so blue

It's a beautiful day, why not play two?

The National Anthem played nice and loud

The teams take the field to the roar of the crowd

The stands they are filled with the tall and the small

They stand up and cheer when the ump yells "Play ball"

When the visiting team takes the first at bat

The crowd lets out a hiss, like an angry tom-cat

At the end of the first there isn't a score

The fans aren't concerned; they've still got eight more

The teams take their turns, trying to score

No one crosses the plate - and they've already played four

Bottom of the fifth, one out, can it be

A hard smash but no runs, thanks to the 6-4-3

The crowd starts to wonder if they should be afraid

A high fly to left, he flips down his shades

To the track, could it be over the wall

No, the left fielder comes down with the ball

With a slow steady pace the game moves along

After six no runs, no hits, nobody left on

Stretch time comes, the crowd rises as one

Two and a half left to go and the game will be done

The eighth comes and goes; the crowd's feeling the pain

Hoping for a miracle, some praying for rain

The home team needs a win, everyone knows it

The manager goes to the pen, hoping they'll close it

Bottom nine, two outs nobody on

The batter tattoos one, going, going , gone

Having such a good time seems like a sin

Especially when the home team walks off with a win

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