Not only do I associate baseball with complaining in the field, a coach with an awful lisp that I was confused as to how he had a daughter (this was waaaaaay before thinking something like this was common or even spoken about), and running around the bleachers while my brother roamed the field in uniform. I remember hot dogs, nachos, candycandycandy and best of all the juice and snack post-game that a different team mom brought each week. It was always so much more fun when it wasn't your own mom because then it was a complete surprise! Quelle bonne surprise!
I remember field lights and bugs, blazing sunshine and sweat. I was given the motto, "Drop and drive", by the aforementioned brother and I remember playing an exhilerating short-stop and a frightened first base. Heaven forbid you put me in the outfield though, and the coach learned that real quick. I was a real danger with the bat...no catcher escaped my wrath when I hit the ball. I send out the sincerest of apologies to all those girls I smacked in the face mask with my very excited bat as I jetted off to first base without a second thought.
Baseball is in my blood. I love having it on in the background on a lazy Sunday and I love sitting in the stands and cheering with the fans around me. It's a leisurely sport that you can sit and enjoy a conversation without having to worry about jumping up and spilling your beer over that jumpshot, or that wide pass, or that scripted fight where the guys just end up hugging each other for a few seconds before going to the penalty box.
Here's to a new and hopefully great season, L'Astros!
i attended a few little league games at school which had me attending adult baseball games: FUN! cheers to you, my friend!
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