“For the Love of the Game”
From the first time you played,
You knew you would never quit
You flat love everything about it.
From the clean cut grass
To the soft dirt that sticks to your cleats
To the fans that sit in anticipation
Watching the boys fight for their school or team.
You play to win.
To see the scoreboard at the end of the game, with you ahead
You love to mark that “W” on your schedule
And feel that tingle you get when you get ready for the next game
When you lace up your cleats and hit that diamond
You know it’s all or nothing.
You live for the moment when it’s your turn to hit
It’s the bottom of the 9th.
And there are two outs
Fans in the crowd yell encouragement as your team mate is standing on 3rd
As the sweat drips down your face
You look the pitcher in the eyes.
The state championship is on the line
And that’s when you know that you live for the moment.
From the first time you played
Til the last time you prayed
You know that you simply play for the love of the game.
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