How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Of the strike zone's reach, when failing umpire's sight
Is rendered moot by the THWOCK of the ideal BBCOR swing.
I love thee to the level of every game's
Most hushed moments, by sun and stadium-lights.
I love thee freely, as men strive for the extra base;
I love thee purely, as they turn from third.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In old rivalries, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost heroes, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
(Shamelessly adapted from How Do I Love Thee, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning