Fenway Park
I could just taste it, the smell of the food lingered on my tongue.
The grass as green as a gator,
The dirt as brown and as sandy as the desert.
The Green Monster in the background, towering over everybody.
The heat felt bad for anyone that was in long sleeves.
The heat didn’t know how the players could handle it.
The heat, sweaty skin, and hot sun.
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