Baseball is not my favorite sports. But it's okay. I'm not saying we have a huuuuuuuge garden, but we have a large garden. My father has firmly attached a metal plate on top of a pole. At some distance before it is another pole. You can place a ball on top of it and hit it with a bat, but beware that you don't hit the pole. If the ball hits the metal plate on the other pole, you win. But sports history is not written in our garden. It may be written in the living room, on the telly. Me, my family and some friends are all watching. But even more important matters drive me away from the living room... I may win her love today.
There's almost no wind. It's summer, but it's not too hot and not too cold. I'm still warm from playing outside before I went inside to watch the telly, before I went outside again. We could say that the situation is perfect. The crows are making too much noise, but who cares for the crows? Let's take a deep breath. Just enjoy the situation for a couple of seconds, looking forward to the action... Just a couple of steps and... bam... klang!! The ball hits the plate. She loves me.
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