I fell in love with baseball at the age of 7,
Every day spent with her, was heaven,
On earth,
She married me to education which
helped me see my true worth,
It all started in the back of a friends home,
with a plastic bat, a wiffle ball, and a garbage can top as a strike zone,
Unfortunately, It came to an end,
in my last year on a college team,
When the coach pulled the cord on my childhood dream,
But, looking back on my life, I would just like,
To thank baseball for all of the things it taught me to do right,
Like,
always step up to the plate,
With confidence and faith,
Stand up straight,
And keep my eye on the ball,
Never complain about calls,
Just always give it my all,
Scoring a run is not about cutting corners,
Its about learning to live in the moment,
as I moved from base to base,
In order to get a hit I must stare down the person on the mound,
And hit the ball right in its face,
Always remember,
As long as I work hard, and learn from my errors,
I will continue to get better,
I get more than one strike, more than one at bat, in life
If I want to hit a homer,
I must first learn to sacrifice,
To advance the runner,
Which may often,
be more important,
Because nothing feels more rewarding,
Than scoring,
a winning run as a team,
The wonderful feeling of a teammate stepping on home plate,
As the crowd screams,
Together,
living out our dreams.
Thank you Baseball.