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Little League baseball was a big part of summer when I was a kid, there was so much more than sports going on at the games.

The Love Of The Game

© Mitchell Browder
It's Friday night,
I've got a game
We play the Indians,
My best friend's team

My uniform's on
It's only 4 o'clock
Mom says we leave
5:30 on the dot

Tonight's our first game
I'm fast in my new cleats
My glove's broken-in
cause I've slept on it for weeks

I'm still a little nervous
but not about playing
I'm wondering which girls are there
and what I'm going to be saying

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Published: Aug 2011

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