Baseball? Yeah, I remember baseball.
She was always a fickle beast, building me up one minute and letting me down the next. She loved to be chased, but I hated being the chaser. So when baseball walked into my smoke-filled office in that sleek dress, let's just say it wasn't like the first time she came into my life. This time, I refused to be played by a game. This time, I was calling the shots.