It’s That life and Those Tryouts That Will Never End
I’ve watched these young men come and go,
I’ve watched them hit, I’ve watched them throw.
With muscles toned, sleek and trim,
all handsome and strong with square chiseled chins.
So young and so eager all filled with dreams,
of wearing colors with stripes and with seams.
Hopefuls of being with a club someday,
on a sunny field, far, far away.
Some will get the call, or maybe not,
as tension builds and their stomachs in knots.
Darn, will that phone ever ring, can’t sleep or eat,
calling them in, and the Front Office they’ll to meet.
So many will try, with talent so good,
but for only a few, and that’s understood.
Yet these hopefuls will be back, next season and beyond,
With gloves and bats, and the spikes they’ll strap on.
It’s that passion for baseball, that lifestyle my friend,
It’s that life and those tryouts that will never end.