I walk through the gate,
to what I call home.

I can smell the fresh peanuts and hot dogs,
a smell that doesn’t get old.

I had been waiting all year,
it was finally baseball season.

All the anticipation had paid off,
I finally get to do what I love.

The pop of a glove,
the crack of a bat.

The sounds of baseball,
the greatest game on Earth.

I live and breathe baseball,
it’s just something I have to have.

I’ve been playing this game all my life,
and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.

America’s pastime,
it will always be.

My favorite thing to do,
it will always be.