
Don’t you just love baseball? The crack of the bat, the smell of freshly cut grass, the ballpark dogs, the crowd, the players, the overall atmosphere. It is the best drug in the world and I cannot get enough of it no matter how much my Mets kill me inside. It is the all star week and I just got done watching the home-run derby. So, in honor of the Great American Pasttime here are some baseball lyrics from America’s Prodigal Son, John Fogerty
“Got a beat-up glove, a homemade bat, and brand-new pair of shoes;
You know I think it’s time to give this game a ride.
Just to hit the ball and touch ’em all – a moment in the sun;
(pop) it’s gone and you can tell that one goodbye!”
– “Centerfield,” by John Fogerty released on his 1985 album Centerfield

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