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
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