SETTINGS

I feel the brown dirt being pressed against my shoes.
I feel the leather glove wrapped aronud my hand, catching every ball that passes me.
I feel the leather ball so hard and round with my hand wrapped and ready to throw.
I feel the metal bat, heavy and thin ready to swing.
I feel the metal bat hit the leather ball scoring a "HOME RUN."

I smell the wet brown dirt so muddy and dirty.
I smell the inside of the leather glove mixed with dirty sweat.
I smell wet metal when i go up to bat.
I smell sweat on my hat for being on my sweaty head.
I smell my breath when im tired and ready to move on to the next base.

I see the brown dirt on the ground with white rubber bases.
I see nine players on a feild ready to move on any hit, all in shorts and t-shirts.
I see a batter ready to swing at a small leather ball going at them around 80 miles per hour.
I see a laether glove on nine players in the feild ready to catch a white leather ball.
I see one team happy to be winning and the other team sorry to be losing.

I hear the metal bat hitting the the ball
I hear the players cheering of happiness and mopeing of sadness.
I hear the ball when the it hits the glove of the back cather.
I hear the ball fly in the air when its a line drive coming towards me.
I hear kletes running in the groundon the dirt and when the players slide on the ground.

I taste the sweat that is dripping down my face.
I taste the dried up saliva in my tired mouth.
I taste dirt in my mouth when I dive on to second base or maybe even third.
I taste leather of the glove when I nervous and bite on my glove.
I taste the carne asada after the victorious win against the oppisite team.

Baseball is what I feel, Basreball is what I smell, Baseball is what I see, Baseball is what i hear, Basaeball is what i taste, Baseball is my life.