Baseball, we've missed you. In fact, we've missed everything about you. The hard grounders, the home runs, and everything in between. The double play, the wild pitch, the foul tip, and a strikeout looking. The small of the grass, the sound of the bat cracking, the agony of leaving runners on base. The kids with their gloves, hoping to catch a home run. The diehards scoring the game and listening to the broadcast with their earbuds. All of it. The agony of an opening day loss, the thrill of being 1-0, and everything in between. The new prospect that was just called up and the old, savvy veteran that continues to produce year after year. The sunflower seeds, batting gloves, and radiant glasses. Awkward shadows, mid-day games, rowdy games. New beginnings for new players, yet another season for locked-up veterans, and hopeful wishes for several extensions. We've missed you, baseball. For almost six months, we've been without our religion, o
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