I miss the damp pitchers mound in the beggining of spring. Just warm enough to stay lose, but just cold enough that it stings a little when you catch the ball. I miss the clear skies and the smell of the fresh cut grass. I miss making the batter look like a little girl, because of an inside slider. I miss stealing second base. I miss felling the raised red seams against my fingers. I miss baseball. A LOT.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 07:22:14 +0000
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