NEDRA WILSON (NEW ORLEANS)
They say that baseball is the game of life.
You have many chances to get it right.
If all at home is good and well, you'll try all you can to get home again.
If all is not well and you don't get home you'll still have more chances to get home and win, but than you will have to depend on a friend.
If your friend strike out and you don't get home, it's not the end, the game is not over, and life's just beginning...
Another friend at the home, if he strike out than THAT is THAT.
Now you have your last friend at the Mat.
You want to get home and THAT IS A FACT, just make sure this time your friend can BAT.
When you get home you'll scream and SHOUT.
It's safer at home than being OUT.
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