The Winning Season
All radios and TVs
are tuned to the baseball game.
Our beloved team is winning.
Every day it is the same.
They are playing on the home field
to yet another sell-out.
Home runs and stolen bases
put the other team to rout.
We're caught up in the magic.
you have to love these guys.
No inflated ego among them,
they are heroes to our eyes.
They're like a well-oiled fine machine.
Every player does his part.
Hardly a soul in our state
hasn't taken them to heart.
One hundred sixteen wins behind them
in this baseball season.
They're the winningest team in America.
The World Series's within reason.
But if, for all our confidence,
they fail to win that prize,
we've already had our money's worth
and we all love those guys.
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