Disclaimer: Only my overactive imagination belongs to me!

A/N: So I'm sure you guys have figured it out, but I LOVE country music and the stories it tells. I'm actually moving to Nashville in June to get in the business. This is just another song I thought would make a cute songfic! Enjoy!

Olivia felt a warm body come up behind her and her husband's familiar arms wrapped around her waist.

"Whatcha doin'?" Elliot asked.

"Watching your son strike himself out," Olivia answered.

Elliot looked over her shoulder out the kitchen window and grinned. Their six-year-old son Jake was trying valiantly to toss a baseball up and hit it with his wooden bat – but to no avail.

"Meh. Maybe he'll be a soccer star," Elliot suggested.

Little boy in a baseball hat stands in the field with his ball and bat
Says, "I am the greatest player of them all"
Puts his bat on his shoulder and he tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down,
Swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.

Jake picked up the ball and tossed it up again. Elliot and Olivia held their breath as he swung… and missed.

"Dammit," Elliot cursed softly.

Jake rolled his shoulders, took his hat off and slapped it back on his head. He pointed his bat out across the yard.

"That's my boy, Babe Ruth," Olivia smiled.

Jake tossed the ball up, higher this time, and swung again. And missed again.

Now the little boy doesn't say a word, picks up his ball he is undeterred.
Says, "I am the greatest that there has ever been"
And he grits his teeth and he tries again.
And the ball goes up and the ball comes down,
Swings his bat all the way around
The world so still you can hear the sound, the baseball falls to the ground.
He makes no excuses he shows no fear
He just closes his eyes and listens to the cheers.

"Crap," Olivia said.

Jake tossed the ball up a third time.

"C'mon buddy. Outta the park," Elliot breathed.

Jake took a mighty swing and swung all the way around, collapsing in a fit of giggles on the ground.

"Strike three, he's out. Must be time for dinner," Olivia said. She dried her hands on a kitchen towel and headed for the back door.

Little boy he adjusts his hat, picks up his ball, stares at his bat
Says "I am the greatest when the game is on the line"
And he gives his all one last time.
And the ball goes up and the moon so bright
Swings his bat with all his might
The world's as still as still can be, the baseball falls
And that's strike three.

Opening the door, Olivia hollered at her little boy. "Jake! Time for dinner!" He scampered up from where he lay in the grass.

"Coming Mom!" He ran towards her and she scooped him up into her arms. "Dija see me mom?" Jake asked excitedly.

"I did see you buddy! Daddy and I were watching from the kitchen window." Olivia let Jake down and he ran into the kitchen to find Elliot, Olivia right behind him.

"Dad! Dad did you see me?" he asked.

"Yeah, buddy!"

"Dad I even striked out myself! I knew I was good at baseball, but I din' even know I could pitch like that!"

Elliot laughed and touseled his son's short brown hair. "I'm impressed, Jakey! Good job!"

Olivia put the last dish on the table. "Okay guys, let's eat!" she announced.

Now it's suppertime and his momma calls,
little boy starts home with his bat and ball.
Says, "I am the greatest, that is a fact,
But even I didn't know I could pitch like that!"
Says, "I am the greatest, that is understood,
But even I didn't know I could pitch that good!"