The pink baseball uniform
All dirty from a game
Know a two hour break,
Just eating on grass.
The smell of the BBQ chips
The ones that the team shares
With our sandwiches.
Watching another game.
The other game was close
Never wanting to end
As me and my team sat there
Listening to their coaches.
Yelling and only getting made
Until the fans but in
And the one great kid hits a home run
As he jogs around the bases.
The smell of hot dogs and bubble gum
Come from some where
Soon the game is over
And the under dogs win.