Sporting a Poetic Maturing Message

People always tell me that What to do with my bat After practicing a bit I will try to make a hit Avoiding the opponent's mitt Through the infield The rawhide peels And I run the bases as part of the deal People always tell me that I cry like a little brat When I do not get what I need To hit the ball with such a degree And start complaining when I charge a fee For our fans to see This spectacle created using lumber from a tree People always tell me that I look good wearing this hat An innocent cap Waiting to get the ‘you're in’ tap Replace someone When their day is done Playing this diamond game That could find fame It takes nine or more innings To collect the winnings A day spent in the afternoon sun Waiting to announce who had won People always tell me that Like luring cheese to a gullible rat What was that?! What did you say?! About this thing called pay I mean I know I should like it one way But I do contribute Wearing this uniform suit With a number on the back Noting who I am and that is a fact Using a bat Taking a whack Then running on the dirty track Off to the races Around bases Stimulated when fans have smiles on their faces It all started after what my father told me Over that go for the green tee You must make par Sending the ball sometimes far Trying to sink it in a hole That has a flag on its pole Gallery greets you with a scream Like you are in a dream Debating are you alone or on a team An issue worth the bicker Wanting to be a victor That is what I have been told Peaceful competition that is not cold Death does not come to the one who folds Instead, another day to play on the ground Recreational conversations are the sound Pitching ideas on the mound Reaching a catcher, with the ball stitched and round Let us not be concerned with trivial things Enjoy sport and all the maturity it brings