Baseball

Time to head out to Turner Field I will surley not yield Everyone knows my team, the braves Even the ones in caves To watch McCain hit a homer And watch Chipper field a grounder Nothing feels as such Not a thing can get me going more than a diving catch The seventh inning stretch The only break we need, we are ready for a home run catch The ninth inning is such torment Waiting to find out which team is dominant We cheer for the home team to win If they lose it is like a sin Can't wait untill the next game And I know it will be great just the same