When someone asks you your favorite sport And you answer Baseball in a blink There are certain qualities you must possess And you're more attached than you think. In the frozen grip of winter I'm sure you'll agree with me Not a day goes by without someone Talking baseball to some degree. The calendar flips on New Year's Day The Super Bowl comes and it goes Get the other sports out of the way The green grass and the fever grows. It's time to pack a bag and take a trip To Arizona or the Sunshine State Perhaps you can't go, but there's the radio So you listen-you root-you wait. They start the campaign, pomp and pageantry reign You claim the pennant on Opening Day From April till fall You follow the bouncing white ball Your team is set to go all the way. They fall short of the series You have a case of the "wearies" And need as break from the game But when Christmas bells jingle You feel that old tingle And you're ready for more of the same. It will be hot dogs for dinner Six months of heaven, a winner Yes, Baseball has always been it. You would amaze all your friends If they knew to what ends You'd go for a little old hit. The best times you're had Have been with your Mom and your Dad And a bat and a ball and a glove. From the first time you played Till the last time you prayed It's been a simple matter of love.