Baseball starts tomorrow,
Lukewarm about it
Until about 4pm on Sunday.
It’s time to play ball,
Pop of the leather,
The crack of the bat
All that cliche stuff
That surrounds the game,
The nostalgia, the soul.
Kids say they hate baseball,
Basketball with a stick is the new thing,
That’s what they said about soccer.
It seems like it comes down to this,
Can you hit a baseball?
Because there is no feeling like it.
If you can’t hit, you’ll never know,
So fling your body around the field in pads and helmets,
Your skill good, but basketball at best.
One guy running free,
In hoops a ball hog, a cherry picker,
In lax, a superstar.
Look, I’ve got no hate for lacrosse,
It’s a beautiful game that is lost on me,
So stop trying to gain support by hating on baseball.
It’s unbecoming of an upstart sport…