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 It's that time of year, guys. That time of year when the Little League World Series happens, and I pretty much live and breath it until the championship (this coming Sunday!). I'm entranced, enraptured, en-everything. Because these kids (THESE KIDS!) are true: their emotion is raw and their passion is there in every play, every error, every win and loss. Not to say major leaguers don't have that too, but there's something about playing just for the game without any money or contracts or agents or anything. The same goes for college sports-- all for the love of the game. Plus, I love how after each game, the opposing teams slap hands with each other. That was one of my favorite parts after each softball game, way back when I played. I always give it up for my Mid-Atlantic region. Staten Island, keep the dream alive! Currently leading Iowa (Midwest), 2-0, bottom of the fourth. It's the elimination game, so... if the Mid-Atlantic fades out, I end up rooting for whoever (generally the underdog). It's all just really fun to watch. But lemme tell you, Mexico clobbered Germany (Europe) 13-0, and Asia-Pacific has been steamrolling through everyone, holy! |