There are some that say, It's like watching grass grow,
But to me its like putting my heart on hold.
My hands are sweating, my throats in a lump,
I wonder sometimes, if my heart will still pump.
Can't look at the batter, can't look at the ump,
Oh God, The coach gave the pitcher the bump.
Here comes the new pitcher, with one out to go,
Dear Lord, He threw at, It's out, and it's low
The next is a strike, and another one next
Let the next be one to, Cause I need a rest
And that's how it goes in a baseball game
Just boring as hell, and ever so tame.

 - Linda Adsitt

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