It Doesn't Take Much To Get Me

It Doesn't Take Much To Get Me Up For Baseball. Once The National Anthem Plays, I Get Chills. I Even Know The Words To It Now.

I Made Mistakes. I Can’t Whine About It. I’m The One That Messed Up And I’m Paying The Consequences. However, If I Am Given A Second Chance, I Won’t Need A Third Chance. And To Be Honest With You, I Picked The Wrong Vice. I Should Have Picked Alcohol. I Should Have Picked Drugs Or I Should Have Picked Up Beating Up My Wife Or Girlfriend Because If You Do Those Three, You Get A Second Chance. They Haven’t Given Too Many Gamblers Second Chances In The World Of Baseball.

I Told Him (pete Rose, Jr.) Who To Watch. I Said If You Want To Be A Catcher, Watch Johnny Bench. If You Want To Be A Right-handed Power Hitter, Watch Mike Schmidt. If You Just Want To Be A Hitter, Watch Me.

Every Time I Step Up To The Plate, I Expect To Get A Hit. If I Don't Expect To Get A Hit, I Have No Right To Step Into The Batter's Box In The First Place.

I'm No Different From Anybody Else With Two Arms, Two Legs, And Forty-two Hundred Hits.