2, 4, 6, 8
We were the team they would always appreciate
Facing our team meant an automatic win
Then we were forced to shake hands and smile no matter how bad it had been
Our team sitting at dead last
Getting destroyed game after game was such a freaking blast
Our team barely getting a run
Everything would change when our coach said just go have fun

Our team heard those magical words
Inside our baseball hearts there was powerful surge
Game after game we became a different team
Please nobody wake me up from this dream
Hit after hit, score after score
The team the opponents faced earlier in the season doesnt exist anymore.
Even got kicked out of a game
The catcher I ran over and the ump shared their last name

From dead last to 2nd by the end of the season
Coach’s magical speech was the reason
At the end of the month the playoffs will begin
Proofing to the rest of the teams that we have the fire inside to win
Game after game behind the plate
Watching our team evolve from nothing to great
This is what happens when your feet score run after run.
I will never forget when baseball was that fun