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100 Words about Baseball

  • Why I Love Baseball
    There is no clock
    90 feet between bases is genius
    There are secret signs
    Hanging curveballs are sexy
    Numbers are magic: 755, 56, 7, 61, 1.12
    Tinker to Evers to Chance
    Ivy at Wrigley
    The Green Monster
    The suicide squeeze
    Cracker Jack
    Walt Whitman liked it
    Jackie Robinson and Pee-Wee Reese
    It just feels American
    The seventh-inning stretch
    Superstition
    Guys in tight pants
    Bull Durham
    Centerfield
    There’s no crying in baseball
    Cooperstown
    A great play at the plate
    Chatter
    Pepper
    High socks
    Tradition
    Spring training
    Keeping score
    The rubber game
    The infield fly rule
    162 chances

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Stinky

What a great memory to have, and what a beautiful way to be remembered. I know I say this all the time, but your mom must've been a fabulous mother, because her daughter is an amazing person, and I'm sorry I never knew you while she was still living.

Medha

*hugs* What a beatiful gift to have...

JillianB

:) This is Pat right? I know it is. She still calls me on the anniversary of Mother's death.

It is so wonderful to know that she touched people and that they admired her for what she was best at...being a mother and a wonderful friend. I don't know if having her has made me the mom I am or if NOT having her has made me the mom I am. I think it's a little of both. As much as we miss her we were so lucky to have her while we did. I miss her terribly. I love you sis...more than you can imagine!!

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