Why I love baseball


This isn’t a baseball field.


It’s across from the baseball fields.

It’s what I see on warm spring evenings when I’m at baseball practice and games.

It’s what I associate with baseball.

Warm sinking sun, crisp breeze.

Cheering, bat-cracking, glove smacking.

Big lights and orange-purple sky.


That’s why I love baseball.

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