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 hat flipped inside out. Wear me wild when your team's in drought. What am I?

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.

I crouch behind the plate with gear on my chest. Who am I?

I wind up and throw the ball over the plate. Who am I?

I am first, second, or third where runners must tag. What am I?

I am the crack when bat meets ball and the crowd cheers. What am I?

I am three strikes and you head back to the dugout. What am I?

Players wait in me for their turn at bat. What am I?

I'm hard-shelled and worn by hitters to protect their heads. What am I?

We're tiny snacks cracked open between innings, and our shells get spat on the ground. What are we?

I call plays from the third-base line and wave runners home. Who am I?

I sail over the outfield fence and let the batter trot around the bases. What am I?

I get two outs in one turn, with a quick throw from shortstop to second to first. What am I?

I list the hitters from first to ninth, and the manager hands me to the umpire. What am I?

Pitchers tap me before each throw for a better grip, and I puff a white dust. What am I?

I am the little league kid swinging at the first pitch. Who am I?

I clear the bases with one swing and bring four runs home. What am I?