Rare, A Sport Like You
Cold beads of sweat race down my cheek
The orange dirt cushions my falls
It latches onto my uniform
The feeling of flight as you dive for a ball
Or the adrenaline facing the pitcher
The Ding you hear when the ball rebounds off the bat
The team that becomes family
Nothing better than the crisp sound of ball hitting leather in unison
Or the feeling of making the game winning play
The power you unleash as you shoot a bullet out of your hand
The salty taste of sunflower seeds that linger on your tongue
Or the sweet gush of Gatorade
Winning as a team or loosing
Everything is awesome