The Boys Of Summer

          It's the end of spring and the beginning of summer. Which means,the smell of hotdogs and beer.The scorching heat,sweat dripping from the brow of everyone.The sound of thousands of fans screaming for the home team. The crack of the bat,the pop of the glove.When all these things come together it brings america to life.The seventh inning stretch with everyone singing take me out to the ballgame.The old greats and the young guns.A sport that makes the bond between father and son grow stronger.Where everyone knows who will win the series on opening day.This is a religion to some and an obsession to others.When every year is the year your team will win it all.When there is a team that you love and a team you love to hate.We wait for this every year when everyone whether they know anything about baseball or not can watch a game and enjoy it.No one ever gives up on there team even if they are ten games below five hundered.Where everyone kids and adults alike are free to dream.There is no better sport that is more pure and competetive.These are the boy's of summer and this is there home.This is america's past time and it lives in our hearts and in our souls.We smile and cheer wildly becoming happier than ever when our team wins and shed our tears when the lose.The players put there bodies and there blood sweat and tears to give us this sweet pleasure.They leap with joy when they can give there fans a series and cry like babies when they can't deliver that trophy.Well it's the beginning of summer with a new season where everyone is even.So welcome back the boy's of summer.