Is there a headier mixture than a summer ballpark and two studs?
Ah, summer and the joys of it: the rampant heat, the intense aroma of the night, the passion burning hotter than the air. When one mixes sex with baseball, it’s amazing how heady a mixture that is. The smell of fresh-cut grass, the sound of bat hitting ball, the taste of a hot dog, all these things mean summer to me. Oh, and the sight of those fit men in their tight baseball uniforms. ...Read On