Nine innings of Heaven

Nine innings of emotions that can vary from absolute depression to elation with the swing of one 34 inch stick. 

1st: Hope, excitement, nervous, anything can happen 

2nd: Coming into the comfort, realization you've joined the Sea of Red.

3rd: Complete imersion in the game; the first blow to your heart and has been done but the Pinestrippers as they hit home.

4th: Oh so close, the green moster robbed you of happiness. Sucking the life out of you leaving you breathless.

5th: We strike back, the crack of the bat, the flight of the ball, the roar of the crowd. 

6th: Smells and sounds, the smell of the inticing frank has hit your noise and begs for your company. 

7th: Time to Stretch and sing with your 30,000 friends. 

8th: Confusion, why me? why them? why did I get my hopes up? It's the beginnig of the end... It's Sweet Caroline time.

9th: How. Did. We. Do. That. World Series. champions. Champiagn. 

 

How Sweet it is.

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