Dust it off

Mon, 07/14/2014 - 14:32 -- HoPe10

                     Look at them, In the dirt, Playing til it hurt, I used to do that, Diving through the air to stop one ball, screaming from the dugout, cheering, laughing, crying, thats what its about, having fun with the team, swinging the bat praying you would connect with the ball, run as it hits grass, touch first, go to second, ball is flying through the air, you slide knowing it will tear your skin to pieces yet you care more about being safe than your own body, dirt flies through the air, the tag hits you, as it clears you see the man in blue throw his hands into a T, your safe, Every pitch, every swing determines the outcome. Thats what makes me tick...                           

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