The smell of a brand new baseball always set me off.  It was heavenly.  The peacefulness of the baseball diamond could overtake me at times, allowing my mind to wander dangerously in the middle of a pitcher’s wind up.  The aroma of dirt, fresh cut grass, popcorn, and sweat complemented the perfect swing; when I couldn’t even feel the ball hit the bat. I loved baseball.
My dream as a young child was, of course, to hit the winning home run in the bottom of the ninth inning with the bases loaded to win the World Series.  Yes, I wanted to play

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