My buddies and I stand in the bleachers among the
blazing crowd, chewing on delicious hot dogs
and chili cheese nachos, while sipping on some
Miller High Life, staring at all the spectacular detail
on the flashy field, how the pitcher stood firm with
the baseball gripped in between his thick hands, the
shimmering sun casting shadows on his magnificent
presence.  The screaming fans stared on in awe at the
muscled men surrounding the stadium, the way the bold
batter eyed everyone in front of him, his mind focused
on nailing the ball far into the blazing sky.  The crazed
crowd is in suspense and the scenery is slowly shifting
into an array of changing hues. The intensity is building
and hearts are pounding, while the warm breeze rolls onto
the surface of the landscape and nudges the swaying trees
and grassland.  The pitcher throws the ball brutally in the
direction of the batter as he grasps his baseball bat and swings
savagely banging the ball deep into the depths of the horizon,
while he suddenly takes off sprinting for the home run and wild
waving at the thrilled individuals smiling ecstatically his way.