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The Name Of The Game
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Ray Kim, Bob Blanchard
1994, Ray Kim
Mon Dec 31, 2007
Pop : Adult Contemporary
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» highest in charts:   # 511   (127,144 songs currently listed in Pop)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 53   (7,319 songs currently listed in Pop > Adult Contemporary)
About the song
Simple: I love baseball!!!

I am a baseball nut. I'm one of those fans you'll see at the ballpark with a scorecard and keeping track of the game. I am an aficionado of baseball history. I believe Cooperstown is mecca.

Unfortunately, I play about as well as Dumbya runs the country. I admit that I throw like a girl. And I never could get the bat around on the fastball.

Well, maybe I can't play, but I can dream, can't I?

Bob Blanchard, vocals
Ray Kim, keyboards and "radio announcer" ad lib
Words and music by Ray Kim and Bob Blanchard

Verse 1:
Ever since he was eight years old
He dreamed he’d make it to the show someday...
Spending his summer afternoons
Trying to make that big play...

Now here he was in the big-leagues,
Ninth inning, with two men out...
Just like his childhood heroes, Jackson and Nettles,
It’s what this game’s all about...

It’s the name of the game,
Played within the fields of our minds...
Going back to times of innocence,
Dreaming of making the big time...

Verse 2:
He started out in Oneonta
And worked his way through Double-A...
He’s paid his dues down on the farm
Just to get himself a chance to play...

He doesn’t care about the money,
He doesn’t care about the fame...
He’s in it for the little kid in him;
He’s in it for the love of the game...

(To Chorus)

(instrument and vocal ad lib)

Verse 3:
He steps into the batter’s box
With his team down by a run...
His comrades hold at second and third
With a slider called for strike one...

The pitcher goes into his windup...
He stares him down with eyes so cold...
The pitch comes in, there’s the crack of the bat,
And fifty-thousand fans explode...

(To Chorus)

Copyright 1994, Ray Kim