Teamwork on the Diamond

Crackerjack dust on a prairie diamond, Sun-baked clay under cleats that are

grindin'. Coach in the dugout, voice like gravel and gin,

"Play for the name on the front, not the back, let's begin."

Shortstop's callin' the shift, third baseman's set, Outfield grass tall as a prairie

sunset. Batter digs in, crowd's just loons on the lake. One swing,

one chance, whole season at stake. No "I" in the lineup,

no lone wolf in the field, Every glove's a promise, every throw's a

shield. From the mound to the plate, it's a chain we don't break,