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It was a trip that started 'fore my classmates departed And we're headed somewhere I didn't know Breakin' out early On an unexpected journey I was only too happy to go Hopped in with Mom And the priest Father John And Dad who drove the wagon to somewhere I asked where we goin' They said dontcha be worryin' 'Cause I think you'll like it when we get there This is called tailgating Said my Pop as we ate in The lot and I remember the cold chicken we had Thousands of people Passin' by in the aisles Throwin' balls and drinkin' beers like mad Then we made our way up To the top of the boxes And the very moment that happened then Standing next to the Pastor For years ever after I'd recall it only with an Amen To see the light of Heaven At the age of seven Transcendental wasn't a word I then knew But it seems to me now The Lord was showin' me how Baseball and family are the things that are true My little scars healed As the Crew took the field And Molitor and Yount came to bat And Mom took my hand And we cheered to the end And I knew this was where I'd always come back February 25, 2017

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