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The Art of Baseball
There I was. Stepping up to the batter's box. As I looked at the scoreboard I saw: bottom of the ninth inning, two outs, and the score was 2-1. We were losing. It's moments like this that make me love the game. The baseball field was an escape, a happy place. I was surrounded with the smell of popcorn and bbq from the concession stand. I could hear the crowd roaring with excitement and my adrenaline was at an all time high. I tasted my flavorless bubblegum as if I had been chewing it all day. The pitcher stepped on the mound, I then raised my bad and got a good grip as i felt the grip of my bat. I seen the baserunner on first get a lead out of the corner of my eye. The pitcher delivered; I seen the ball touch my bat

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