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Monday, March 30, 2015
200 word sentence
Many games, when I have played my absolute heart out, realizing it could be
my last game or my first championship, my emotions wrapped up in the complex
rules, tendencies, and foundation of the game, like the way a little American
boy loves his chocolate bars or candy, unfortunately only affecting my body and
shoulders, illuminated by the immense amount of self-reward, described as
hitting the game winning home run, making the game ending double play, or even
just having an efficient day at the office, like a man with cubical duties at
an insurance office or a law firm, giving responsibility to the player and his attributes,
noticing the severity of the next at-bat with the uttermost importance of each
and every play on the beautiful diamond, -many times I find myself going for
long runs to decrease the buildup of lactic acid in my arm and in my joints, to
ensure my best performance in each and every individual game, baseball gave me
the chance to express many emotions I bottle up deep in my subconscious like
that of rage, strength, and promise.
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