I Guess You Could Say

I Played Seven Years Without Ever Hitting The Ball.

I Don't Care What The Situation Was, How High The Stakes Were - The Bases Could Be Loaded And The Pennant Riding On Every Pitch, It Never Bothered Whitey. He Pitched His Game. Cool. Craft. Nerves Of Steel.

It Was All I Lived For, To Play Baseball.

Hitting The Ball Was Easy. Running Around The Bases Was The Tough Part.

A Body Came Flying Out And Landed At My Feet. At First I Thought It Was Billy So I Picked Him Up. But When I Saw It Wasn't I Dropped Him Back Down.