several times a week from early april until the weather is too cold for me to be out for fear of frostbite...i suit up and head to the ballpark to play out major league dreams that were unconsciously instilled in me as a child in front of my grandmother's television...EVERY night during the summers at MY madea's house baseball was on...
i grew up watching players like dale murphy and ozzie smith and ron gant (obviously she was a braves fan)...and i fell asleep many nights lying on the rug in front of the television to sound of bats cracking and crowds roaring...never REALLY appreciating that is does take SOME skill to do what they do and make it look so good and so easy...
now...as an adult in search of activities to keep me active with the intent of keeping me healthy and limber...i find myself drawn to a game that is one of america's greatest pastimes...we americans have a love affair with the leather, the wood and the diamond...
there is something about a spring evening with a soft breeze blowing that is not complete without the smell of freshly mowed fields, newly chalked baselines and standing in the outfield smelling the leather from your glove feeling the sweat roll down your back as you anticipate the fly ball or the line drive from an opponent's bat...
god i love america and i love baseball, hot dogs, apple pies and chevrolet (well, maybe not chevrolet)...and yes i LOVE winning...but most important....
i love you guys and i love this game...
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