Love for the game
Fresh cut grass
short and green
laid out perfectly
as it would on the screen.
Red clay dirt
makes up the field
where players for years
have all kneeled.
White chalk lines
drawn out straight
on a diamond
where a pitch can determine their fate.
Four white bases
ninety feet apart
determines a champion
who plays with the most heart.
The best players
who eventually recieve fame
are the ones who
show a love for the game.
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