by Hilary Barta
I’m longing to turn on a game
Hear color guy trip on a name
But, Baseball, you’ve left
I’m lost, I’m bereft
Without you, Spring isn’t the same.
Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
I’m longing to turn on a game
Hear color guy trip on a name
But, Baseball, you’ve left
I’m lost, I’m bereft
Without you, Spring isn’t the same.