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You teach me the ways of the grand ol’ game,
Yet you never do yell or blame.
I do my best with you on the side,
Ever watching for me to give it a ride.
If I fall short and look over your way,
I already know that you’ll just smile and say:
Don’t worry slugger, you’ll get a hit next time through,
As I run for first my next time up, I wonder just how you knew.
Relax and have fun you preach to our ear,
If you’re not having fun, then why are you here?
This game is not life or death you say,
As you hang on every pitch, hit and play.
The season is now over, and no matter lost or won,
You have brought out the best in everyone.
Each player got words of praise and never guilt,
On that alone many stars were built.
I hope you pick me again for baseball next year,
But then so does every other kid that I hear.
Another season is about to begin,
I wonder if you will be my coach again.
My new coach is just not the same,
He tends to yell and is quick to blame.
I guess he never played for a coach like mine,
Boy what a difference to have him on the line.
As I grow older, you are still the same,
Year after year, game after game.
Pacing the dugout, and watching the stands,
Shouting directions to all those on hand.
And suddenly, it dawns on me after a few memorable tears,
I was one of your “kids” during those special years!
As you continue taking others to levels only dreamer’s approach,
We would just like to say: Thank You Coach!
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