Monday, May 14, 2007

Must be Summer


No gripping, emotional story to tell...no behind-the-scenes looks...no secrets to give away...just some nice images from the Shreveport Sports home opener. Baseball is such a boring sport to watch on television, but playing the game and watching in person is something completely different. There's just something special about the game. The smell of hot dogs. Peanut shells crunching under your feet. The chance at catching a fly ball. Fans heckling the opposing team's pitcher. Sunflower seeds strewn across the ground in front of the dugouts. Sweating in the summer heat.

When I think of playing the game I remember digging in at home plate as I stepped up to bat. Chomping on a big wad of Big league Chew as I pound my glove, sending dust flying into the air, as I prepare for a ground ball to come my way. Stealing second base as the pitcher goes into his windup and sliding in safely head first.

My greatest baseball memory?...Knocking one over the fence and rounding third base to look up and see my Pops looking down at me from a hill next to the diamond.













2 comments:

Adam Kealoha Causey 5/21/2007 11:46 AM  

And ice cream in plastic baseball caps.

Brian Vernellis 5/22/2007 7:27 PM  

When you hit the home run, did it hit one of the light towers causing an explosion of sparks to cascade down on you as you rounded the bases?

Or, when you reached home did your dad come up and say, "want to have a catch?" and suddenly Shoeless Joe Jackson and the 1919 Black Sox emerged from the cornfield behind the outfield?

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