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