Baseball is my holy grail
I love baseball, it is my holy grail.
On the field 9 fearsome warriors ready to battle.
They give it their all while enjoying the game like kids. The baseball field is the apple of my eye, it is the bread to my butter, a bone to a dog. Baseball, baseball is my holy grail.
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