One can’t help but feel joy under Friday Night Lights.
Fresh cut grass, chalk lines in the dirt,
beer and hot dogs and cotton candy vendors going up and down the stadium steps.

It doesn’t really seem to matter what teams are playing, or the score of the ballgame.
It’s more about all of us coming together and enjoying our nation’s pastime.
Long live Baseball.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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