On Saturday we took in a Broadway show and Sunday a baseball game.
A stocky man with a baseball cap visor obscuring most of his face carried Molly in his arms.
All he ever wanted to do was play with his stupid baseball, and she'd taken it and thrown it into the forest.
He was attending Bucknell University on a baseball scholarship and working in a New Jersey camp for the summer.
Joe was a no-nonsense long-haul truck driver and a do-or-die baseball fan.
Cynthia finished her wedding pronouncement by tossing out a comment about her foolish son considering delaying the final year of his education to play professional baseball, a decision against which she and Rose Calvia planned to exert a full court press.
Pump gas and sign baseball cards?
Neither baseball nor football was available at the small Ouray High School.
Like baseball, only a different sport.
Wedding plans were progressing nicely, now totally out of male hands, and Randy's baseball activities were in high gear.
They kept Logan's baseball gear there, and she felt the sudden need to have a bat in her hands.
Katie ducked again then twisted her hips in a perfect baseball batter.s swing and smacked her hard in the face.
It was a Tuesday so I was at class and Randy at baseball practice—otherwise we remembered nothing.
I know it was back when baseball practice started.
No baseball practice today?
The only things missing were the swim suit and baseball cap.
The only customers were two paint-splattered workmen arguing baseball with the bartender, an overweight bald man in a wrinkled apron.
It was a Philadelphia Phillies baseball cap.
You made a mistake taking the Phillies baseball cap.
South of the city; and Ponce de Leon Park, owned by an electric railway company and having mineral springs and a fine baseball ground.