the good days
I can remember the day that,i hit myself with a bat.
lots of laughs and such
the food cost way to much
although i could say it was worth to be there
cause i had a lucky chair.
its not about winning or loosing
but all the scares and bruising.
1. 2. 3. strikes you're out! i would hear
but for the other team i would cheer.
hopefully there will be a next time
so i could fill that seat of mine.
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