I HIT the ball.. I launch it… I see it swimming through the AIR…OUT
I’m frustrated… I could scream…I suppress my feelings and say to myself…I’ll get’ em next time…At night I watch baseball with my dad I watch the batters stance and catchers stance and take into my stance.
I put away my baseball in my drawer and save it for later…
During family time at my favorite restaurant the waiters are family, like baseball I’m home.
When I am on the field people on the other team bragging saying they’ll win…no I don’t say nothin’…
I let my GAME SPEAK for me…people don’t need to like baseball…it is mine…
I AM A PLAYER, I AM A HITTER, I AM A CATCHER.
When you are playing catcher the pitcher leaves the ball… releases it towards me … bases loaded … palms sweaty… he HITS it high in the air…Foul towards me… I eye the ball about to catch it JUST like I eye my dish of food at Elizabeth St…ready to attack.
REACHING… REACHING… REACHING… got it…out…YES I exclaim to myself YES…
I love baseball… it fills me, like the plates of my favorite family spots,with love, with
passion, with excitement of the unknown. Baseball…good food…family…
THAT is the key to my life and will always be the keys to my life. —
Austin Jewish Academy
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