Baseball
The sweet crack of the bat
The clean cut of the grass
The smooth infield dirt
This is what we
play the game for
The love for your brothers
Lacing up cleats together
going to war every day
This is what we
play the game for
Picking up a down teammate
Sacrificing yourself to bunt
Moving a runner over
This is what we
play the game for
Talking trash in the dugout
Spitting seeds with your brothers
Finding pitchers tenancies
That is what we
play the game for
Bottom of the ninth
Championship game
Two outs
Bases loaded
That is what we
play the game for
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