Baseball isn’t a sport, it’s a way of life. Baseball is waiting all winter for the blessed sunshine of Opening Day. It’s dedicating your entire day to a double header. It’s waiting 2 hours by the TV through a rain delay. It’s staying up until 1:00 in the morning to see that last out on a warm July night. Baseball is becoming family with your fandom. It’s crying over losses. It’s screaming over wins. It’s holding your breath as you wait for that crucial 3-2 pitch; it’s the relief of a 1-2-3 inning; it’s the bitter disappointment of a one-run loss. It’s having your team break your heart. It’s having your team heal it again. It’s checking headlines and standings and statistics religiously; it’s forgetting every responsibility for 9 innings; it’s knowing your team’s upcoming schedule by heart. It’s something to look forward to. It’s 162 days of stories and moments and heartbreak and joy and friends and memories and the summer.
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(via 95mphfastball)
238 notesNot gonna lie, this post nearly made me cry because it’s all so true and I miss it. :(
come back, come back to meeeeee. :’(
come back come back come back come back come back.
Baseball isn’t a sport, it’s a way of life. Baseball is waiting all winter for the blessed sunshine of Opening Day. It’s...
couldn’t have said it better
this is my life.