Although not at home in the park, more accustomed to the darkness of the movie house, I can appreciate the lush and striking green, I can enjoy the vast camaraderie, the thrill of the pitch, the anticipation of the call, the satisfying crack of the bat. The vendors peddling dogs, brews, and nuts. Kids with stiff leather gloves, old folks in well-worn fan gear. The collective roar at astounding plays, the joyous thunder of the 7th inning stretch.
A may not have a passion for the sport but I do find comfort in the timeless community of the game.
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