I Am Baseball

Sun, 10/09/2016 - 11:20 -- tdyszel

I Am Baseball


I am the warm and humid summer days

I am the cold and rainy fall days

I am the short perfect grass

I am the long grass that hasn’t been touched in weeks

I am the spotless infield dirt

I am the infield after dozens of feet stomped all over it

I am the straight chalk lines

I am the messy chalk lines after a game

I am the excitement of players after a hard fought win

I am also the dull dugout after a devastating loss

I am the pitcher

I am the hitter

I am the game


Tyler Dyszel


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