The other sports are just sports. Baseball is a love.

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Cory Dalbec

Literary Interpretations

Graduation year: 2005

September 11, 2003

The other sports are just sports. Baseball is a love.

        

        Life is like a baseball game. When you think a fastball is coming, You have to be ready to hit the curve.  Baseball is the only sport that allows me to do what I love, escape reality, fear nothing and play with all my heart.  Baseball is not a sport that is leisure time or allows you to eat seeds, blow bubbles gum and lounge around.  It is a game full of surprises, hard working athletes putting it on the line every game, and it is also a strategical thought process that you learn throughout your years of playing.  Baseball is the greatest sport to ever be made.

        Baseball is when I step onto that field and the whole point of the sport moves from being fun to a competitive fight through seven grueling innings.  The smell of the pine tar on my hands fills my nostrils with excitement as I walk up to that plate holding this 32 inch long, 29 ounce aluminum-carbon bat in my hand.  As I dig into the ground with my long metal cleats I take a look at the pitcher with my eyes of courage and eagerness.  Baseball is the moment I get the pitch from the opposing pitcher as I watch the baseball all the way into the bat.  As my adrenaline pumps out of control, I take off towards first base and as I round first base I take a look at the baseball dropping in between the left fielder and the center fielder and roll past them.  That is when I keep sprinting on my way towards second base, and that is when I take a bigger and faster corner at second I hear from the outfield “Cut Three, Cut Three!” on my way to third base.  I felt the speed increase as the sand was being disrupted underneath my cleats.  I knew that the left fielder had already threw the ball to the cutoff and I didn’t know if I was going to make it or not.  The play was going to be a close call to the umpire who was standing right over the third base.  I was now 2 feet away and I slide legs first into the base as the third baseman tagged me on the shoulder, and when I heard the umpire bellow out “SAFE!”.  And I stood up on the base seeing my teammates jumping up and down, screaming great compliments to me.  And that is when I realize how baseball is not just a sport, it is the tingly feeling down your spine when you get that hard to get triple as I did.  

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        Baseball is when I see my grandpa who was dying of prostate cancer at my State Championship Game.  As he raised his arms up and cheered my name as I stood on second base glaring at him as he celebrated after I had hit a ground-rule double (a ball that bounced over the fence in Centerfield).  Moments in baseball stay with me forever no matter if I win or lose.  Baseball is what happens when the teammates on the field with me cheering me on as I am pitching to a kid that has 2 strikes on him and they ...

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