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Spring is the time that baseball will start,
It is in my mind, and in my heart,
The score is tied, its 3 to 3,
It is the bottom of the 9th,
And it is all up to me,
The coach gives the signal,
It is ok to swing,
I swing the bat and I hear a bing,
Oh s**t, Oh no, it is a pop fly,
Way way up in the sky,
I feel sick like I am going to die,
As I round second and almost to third,
The center fielder drops it because he is a nerd,
I slide home, and look up,
"Safe" I hear the umpire say,
Because of me we have won the game today,
After the game the guys lift me up on their shoulders but I won't fall,

Because today I feel 10 feet tall!