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It's heard loud and clear, “hey batter, batter!” As the fans ring through the stadium air. The joyous ruckus as they tease or taunt the opposing teams and players. The venting of every fan as the umpire calls one shitty pitch after another, “come on, blue!” The irritation fills the stands as the boos and jeers, replace the cheers. Once before not caring if that drop of beer spilled, but the ever so slight bit that falls off the edge puts that fan over himself. As the anger reaches through the stands the dugouts explode with fury as the players become hostile with the lousy calls. Then with one swing of the bat, “crack” as the ball skyrockets through the thin crisp air and suddenly those jeers become cheers again as the player trots around the bases with the crowd endearing too his gallop home.
There is this certain essence when there is romance brewing. We smell everything that is relevant to it. It is like we are bloodhounds on the hunt, hurried with excitement. Then, there is this connection like no other, it's the one that makes our hearts pound like crazy and tingles down our neck. Then the excitement pours over as we no longer can hold in all the emotions. What I am talking about is love, but not the same type of love you might be thinking. There was a honeymoon phase and there definitely is a love-hate relationship, but this type of love rarely wearies overtime. This love is that of the game! Read More