The teams take the field to warm up.
They glare at one another in the spirit of competition.
I hear the counting as both teams stretch.
Listen to the snapping of the gloves catching the ball.
The diamond shaped field looks perfect.
I put the glove up to my face.
Smell the long missed scent of leather.
Baseball season is finally here.
That was really good man, especially for someone who hates poetry lol.
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