Centerfield
by John Fogerty
With spring training coming to a close and opening day a week away, I had to go with a baseball tune. I’ve had this one running around in my head since I got back from festival and looked at the baseball stats. It just makes me long for the days when I played baseball. The days I was good and even the days I was bad. Just getting out there and playing.
Embarassing story…
When I left Plainfield, I was hitting the ball well and even made the all-star team. When I moved down to Jacksonville, I never hit it again. I don’t know what happened. I stopped caring? They were all just so much better down here? I don’t know but I just couldn’t hit the ball in the games. At practice I would smash the hell out of the ball. They would pitch to me like they would in games and I tore it up. They even brought in the pitchers from other teams and I could hit off of them at practice. But as soon as I put on a uniform, I sucked. The only reason I stayed in the line-up was because the coach kept expecting me to break through and hit in the games the way I hit at practice. I just never did. I still don’t know why.
Oh well, I’m still good in my head and Teresa’s tired of hearing how once I hit it out the long side of Bruce Park field.
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