Day 3: Hey Batter Batter

With the weather heading into the 50's and even the 60's in the Midwest in early January, and the snow and ice melting, the weathered matted grass showing not in spots but in blankets, one starts to immediately get the false hope that Spring is here and the baseball season has begun. Its only an illusion of things to come, however any hope is better than no hope. 100 years and counting, any Cubs fan can tell you that. So, what better time to rummage through that closet and pull out some wiffle balls and go out and get some practice while you can, before Mother Nature's hot flash - turns into the cold shoulder.

Today's Baseball Song of the Day is called "Hey Batter Batter" from Trent Tomlinson's 2006 release "Country is my Rock". It's an upbeat fastballin' flame-throwing country romp through a bar room brawl filled with baseball cliches.

From Starpulse.com..."Trent began his musical journey in Kennett, Missouri, which is also the home town of Sheryl Crow. His 6'8" father is a former basketball star who set scoring records at the University of Missouri and was drafted by the Cleveland Cavaliers before knee surgery knocked him out. He was also the basketball coach and biology teacher at Trent's high school, and a tough taskmaster.... Along the way, he realized basketball was not going to be the way he would spend his life. "Realistically," he says, "I'm 6'2". No matter how good my jump shot is, Kobe Bryant's going to slap it out of the gym."

Check out "Wiffle Ball Venom", this dude Steff can really throw the plastic. Good stuff.




BSOD 3:
Song: Hey Batter Batter
Album: Country is My Rock
Artist: Trent Tomlinson
Released: February 2006



Hey Batter Batter Lyrics

You been jawin' at me from across the bar
Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car
What's your problem
I don't even know your name
You got a chip on your shoulder 'bout two-foot wide
If you're lookin' for trouble, son, step it outside
An' if you want me to play, I'll get in the game

An' I'll be singin', hey, batter batter
Hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
My whole day's been goin' south
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing

Well, I didn't come here in the best of moods
An' you ain't helpin' matters with your attitude
Get yourself a whiskey, an' put it on my check
Well after that, if you still wanna go
We can stand face to face an' toe to toe
An' if your buddy wants a piece of me too
Tell him he's on deck

An' I'll be singin', hey, batter batter
Hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
My whole day's been goin' south
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing

(Come on, boy)

I don't need this confrontation
Better rethink your situation
Ain't no minor thing to me
Welcome to the major league

Singin', hey, batter batter
Hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
My whole day's been goin' south
Last thing I need is you runnin' your mouth
One more strike an', buddy, you struck out
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Hey, batter batter, hey, batter, batter, swing
Step up to the plate
Hoss, do your thing
Won'tcha do your thing
What's he say