Today I am so excited to introduce Alice from Softball Alice. She is a full-time P.E. teacher at the school where I work and a writer as well! She will be doing my T post today! Stop by her blog and give her some love!
I often find the words of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" running through my mind.
If you are a baseball fan, you probably get this, if not, I feel you may be missing out.
This song is sung at every baseball game played anywhere. It is as much of a part of the game as the ceremonial first pitch or singing of the National Anthem.
This tradition, referred to as The Seventh Inning Stretch, has gone on for about a hundred years. Between the top and bottom of the seventh inning, everybody stops, stretches to loosen up from a few hours of sitting and then sings these famous words:
Take me out with the crowd;
Just buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game."
Take me out to the ball game.
Seriously, in my single days, I would have said yes to any man who offered this as a place to take me out. In fact, that is originally what this song was about. Katie Casey was a woman who didn't really want to go to a show and she denies a suitor by saying: "No, I'll tell you want you can do, take me out to the ball game." The original first and third verse, which were all about this woman who was obsessed with baseball were dropped to the one verse we now sing at games. I love the history of the song, because you could replace Katie Casey with my name!
Take me out to the Crowd
I am not a fan of crowds, but there is really something special about sitting with a bunch of baseball fans. We get the passion and love of the game and for a few hours, we become family.
Just buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack
So, I can't eat either of these treats anymore because of an allergy, but seriously, if you haven't enjoyed a Dodger Dog or any hot dog at a ball park, you are missing out.
I don't care if I never get back
Going to a baseball game for me is like a three hour vacation. All worries and all cares just escape me. The green grass and manicured field are relaxing to me. The sun on my skin while sipping a Diet Coke, takes me away to a far off beach. It's a vacation and I really don't have to even leave the city. And I could care less if I ever get back to those cares and worries of everyday life.
Let me root, root, root for the home team, If they don't win, it's a shame.
I have been to a lot of ball fields. Each team has it's own traditions and culture and to me that is awesome. I will usually cheer for the home team because I respect those home traditions and culture but if the Dodgers are the visitor, sorry I'll be cheering for them. (Sorry to the Arizona Diamondbacks two years ago!)
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out, at the old ball game.
The game has not changed since its beginnings in the 1800s. The history is what makes this game great. So, don't strike out; get out and enjoy at least one baseball game this year. You won't regret it.