Red dust swirls through the air and I cough. I’m covered in a thick layer of dirt, like an extra layer of skin I could peel off. But I can’t peel it off, I will never peel off this layer of thick, disgusting, filth. The grass makes me sneeze and fills my lungs with unwanted pollen. The lights are bright and blinding, burning into the back of my eye bulbs. The lights are engraved into my brain, pounding my skull. The cold surrounds me, engulfs, swallows me, strangles me. It grabs with its icy hands and squeezes my heart.
I love baseball games, don’t you?