I Stare Out The Window And Wait

People Ask Me What I Do In Winter When There's No Baseball. I'll Tell You What I Do. I Stare Out The Window And Wait For Spring.

I Stare Out The Window And Wait For Spring.

When I Was In The Batter's Box, I Felt Sorry For The Pitcher.

I Don't Like To Sound Egotistical, But Every Time I Stepped Up To The Plate With A Bat In My Hands, I Couldn't Help But Feel Sorry For The Pitcher.

I Don't Want To Play Golf. When I Hit A Ball, I Want Someone Else To Go Chase It.