Don't ever think that I am a fan,
or that I like to watch baseball games.
Baseball players are rich, spoiled kids
with much more muscle than brains.
Yeah . . . right!
I love my husband, he's first in my life,
right behind Moyer, Garcia and Bone.
From the first pitch in April to the last crack of the bat,
I could happily live all alone.
Although my hubby is not a big fan,
he puts up with my aberration,
and when the Mariners are on a run,
he shrinks from my loud jubilation.
Hang in there, Jerry, some day I'll grow up,
on that day when I lay . . . in a box, ten toes up!
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