We bury our seeds and wait, Winter blocks the road, Flowers are taken prisoner underground, But then green justice tenders a spear
Some of the longest home runs I've hit, I didn't actually realize they were going that far. Everyone says, 'What does it feel like to hit the ball that far?' Actually, there's no feeling at all. I know when the ball meets the bat whether or not it's left the park. It's a nice easy thing.