You are pretty much my favorite thing in the world, and I was wondering... will you be my Valentine? I wrote you a poem to confess my love to you.
When we first met, you had high seams and gleamed of white. We traveled together across the country, and our hopes were as high as a kite. Remember when we beat that team from Kentucky, you ran my 2-seam in…it was money. Or when you ran inside way TOO much? That was kind of funny. We’ve been through a lot, Baseball. But time doesn’t stand still. I won’t always be able to bust one inside, or I might release one a little late. Will you still love me when I leave one over the plate? And you…I can see you are starting to scuff. Your seams are low, can you break enough? But it doesn’t matter to me, that won’t make our relationship fold. We’ll just sit at the computer and post on high school baseball websites instead of doing our jobs when we grow old.
Love,
Alex
