God Invented Baseball Poem by Bryan Corbett

two tickets in the outfield
two hotdogs, two beers
salted peanuts to share

Where else would you wanna be?

the sun is warm
the beer is cold
the home team is in the lead

Where else would you wanna be?

sitting next to us on the right
an old man keeps score
marking strikes, balls, walks, and outs
his grandson has cotton candy
melting on his chin

Where else would you wanna be?

to the left of us
a young lady catches
the winning home-run ball
she reaches over us
and gives it to the little boy
with cotton candy melting on his chin

Where else would you wanna be?