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HighIntensity
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It is over; you are no longer Americas Game. I hate you; I hate how you make everything difficult, I hate that you can’t even get an all-star game right, can’t even give out the Ted Williams MVP award because your game is run by morons. People love baseball because of the atmosphere that a live game presents, it is as American as apple pie and Forth of July, sitting in a packed stadium with a foot long in one hand and a nice cold brew in the other and the ghosts of former legends echoing in right field. Don’t get me wrong the gridiron is my favorite sport, but I have been to both games live and your can’t beat a good summer ball game.
The problem is your trying to hold on to the magic of yesterday, always reveling in your past and what you did for me in seasons past. Now the game is clouded, the magic such as last years World Series epic or the good hearted fun of Sammy Sosa hitting balls out of the stadium can’t escape the simple plague that is baseball, greed. No ones seems content that they work and play a children’s game for millions of dollars while fire fighters die every year saving lives for a salary most baseball people make in a game or week.
So go away again, leave us in mid summer drama. Smirk thinking about the extra couple of dollars your going to steal from our pockets. Let the stadiums go silent. But don’t expect this fan to come back, not this time.
The problem is your trying to hold on to the magic of yesterday, always reveling in your past and what you did for me in seasons past. Now the game is clouded, the magic such as last years World Series epic or the good hearted fun of Sammy Sosa hitting balls out of the stadium can’t escape the simple plague that is baseball, greed. No ones seems content that they work and play a children’s game for millions of dollars while fire fighters die every year saving lives for a salary most baseball people make in a game or week.
So go away again, leave us in mid summer drama. Smirk thinking about the extra couple of dollars your going to steal from our pockets. Let the stadiums go silent. But don’t expect this fan to come back, not this time.
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