Every fan knows that baseball mimics the seasons.
The year starts with the freshness of spring when anything — everything — is possible.
On to summer, when the sun runs high and hot, the nights turn steamy, and the hottest teams go on sweaty win streaks and the homers fly out like crazy because, as every fan knows, baseballs love the heat and humidity.
Now it is fall. Game 162. Things have grown chilly and the teams drop away, one by one, like the leaves on a tree. Until no one is left.
The season gets rolled up and tucked away. Just a bunch of games that all run together when you try to remember where you were when …
And, then you count the days until you get to do it all over again.
Those are the boundaries of a baseball fan.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Boundaries.”
Photos: Orioles Park at Camden Yards, Baltimore, Maryland. 2015 © The Baseball Bloggess