Baseball Monologue
Most people know me as, "America's Pastime." I’ve been around for over one hundred years and have travelled to ballparks all over the world. But the life of a baseball isn't as glamorous as it sounds. People throw me at faster speeds than I’m comfortable with, I get stuck in the ground, dragged through the mud, and hit over walls far away from home plate. In my glory days, I was at Yankee Stadium during the World Series. The sun was shining, the crowd was roaring, it was a feeling I had never felt before. I had made it to the biggest stage in the world. That was until I sat in the pitchers hand as Babe Ruth came to the plate. The pitcher threw me towards home, and Babe Ruth hit me completely out of the park. Since that day, I have not moved. I stay in an old ally outside of the stadium. Covered in grass stains and dirt, I bake in the sun as I am left for dead. Nobody wonders where I am, nobody even tries to find me. But as I lay here underneath the baking sun, I remember how much I mean to everyone. America loves me and I truly believe that one day I will be found
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