Baseball isn’t just a game. It’s the smell of popcorn drifting in the air, the sight of bugs buzzing near the stadium lights,the roughness of the dirt beneath your cleats. It’s the anticipation building in your chest as the anthem plays, the adrenaline rush when your bat cracks against the ball, and the surge of blood when the umpire shouts strike after you pitch. It’s a team full of guys backing your every move, a bleacher full of people cheering you on. It’s…life.
~Katie McGarry
And the sound of the ball hitting the gloves…
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The smell of hot dogs and children’s excited chatter, scratching of scores being filled in … Someone saying .. It’s not like the old days …. Lovely … Regards Thom.
Oooh… hot dogs…. yes, absolutely.