I can almost hear the crack of the bat,
The pop of the glove,
The strike 3 calls,
And the fans (like me) cheering their team on from the crowd.
I can almost smell the fresh green grass from the outfield,
The dollar dogs,
And the crackerjacks.
I can almost see the sprints before the game,
The warm-up throws,
The pitcher and catcher walking as one to the bullpen,
The BP homers from pitchers that bring laughs to everyone around,
The few kind souls who stop to sign autographs,
The children radiating happiness,
And all others taken away from their worries.