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What Baseball Is To Me....

Baseball..... The game that taught me how to breathe eat,sleep,and dream of the thrilling play learning to appreciate my teammates but,also to respect my opponents Sleeping with my leather glove before a big game dreaming of making the play that makes a difference knowing that no one player was more important than another practice together,play together breathe together as one unit Late spring and early summer fresh cut grass and dragged fields chalk lines so straight you didn't want to be the first to smudge and kick up the dust so we always jumped over them ..........in the beginning, but after the first pitch....game on the lines may have been drawn before the game but the game is played between the lines once inside.... it's a new world....it's a new day It's still a game of little boys now being played by big boys and big business..... how the game can change and get you to breathe a different kind of air and forget..... it's only a game

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