Baseball Riddles for All-Star Fans

I pop with seams and stitch the sky. Hit me square and watch me fly.

I’m a leather home for fingers five. Snap me shut when line drives arrive.

I’m a slab of rubber under the light. Toe me gently to start the fight.

I shout the counts with arms out wide. I decide the strikes with every stride.

I cut the wind with ash or steel. Grip me tight to seal the deal.

I zoom past first in a dusty slide. Beat the throw and swell with pride.

I flick my signs with fingers low. Catchers read me before they throw.

I’m a seventh inning stretch with cheer. Sing me loud for ballpark gear.

I track the outs and light the night. When numbers flip, the fans delight.

I curl like smoke on a breaking spin. Batter beware when I dive in.

I guard the wall with leaps so grand. Rob the homer if you time your hand.

I chalk the paths from base to base. Stay inside me in every race.

I’m a rally cap flipped inside out. Wear me wild when your team’s in drought.

I’m a souvenir caught on the fly. Snag me once and wave goodbye.

I’m the trophy hoisted in autumn light. Win me in October night.