America’s Great Pastime
Springtime and baseball... I have always been a big baseball fan, it's pure Americana, with no time limits and plenty of the stimulants I have described below. This was a little poem I felt inspired to write one spring training.
There really is nothing like going out and being a part of the crowd...
At the Old Ballgame!
The smell of fresh popcorn and hot dogs
Deep green perfectly groomed infield
Cropped green checkered outfield
Red brick dust on the base paths
Bright white lines outline the field of play
Popping sound of catcher’s mitt in the bullpen
Cracking of the bat from the batting cage
Clicking sound of steal cleats on the dugout’s concrete floor
Stadium lights glowing from a distance
Home team’s bright whites
Visiting team’s solid grays
Storied franchise’s with winning traditions
And then there are the Cubbies
Crowd buzzing with anticipation
Stadium vendors pitching treats
This is America’s great pastime
This is baseball