Ah, the life of a sports
junkie.
At the crack of the bat, I
immediately motioned for the base runner at second to round third and head for
the plate. I could see the determination on his face, and I caught his eye
briefly just before he touched third base and, arms pumping, feet kicking up
dirt, he motored on. I could read it on his face that at that moment he had one
goal in life: to reach the plate before the ball did. Every kid on the field
was in motion; every kid in both dugouts was shouting excitedly, the crowd
behind me was roaring - the atmosphere was electric.
I waved my arm for the next runner to turn for home, and I saw the batter
heading for second base and a double. I grinned from ear to ear and said out
loud, 'damn this is fun!'
The life of this sports junkie
is full of participation, history, speculation, opinion, and some rants.
Although I often complain bitterly in my writing about what I perceive as
injustice, foolishness, or just plain stupidity in the sports world, the
underlying theme is easy to follow:
I love sports, and I love to write about sports.
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