Are you a baseball? Because you’ve got me feeling like I’m in the big leagues.

I must be a rookie because you’re making me nervous in all the right ways.

You’re like Opening Day – I’ve been waiting all winter for someone like you.

Are you the seventh-inning stretch? Because you’re exactly what I needed.

I don’t usually swing at first pitches, but you’re making me reconsider everything.

You must be made of leather because you’ve got me wrapped around your finger like a baseball.

Are you a perfect game? Because meeting you feels once in a lifetime.

I’m not a betting man, but I’d put my money on us being a perfect match.

You’re like a vintage baseball card – rare, valuable, and something I want to treasure forever.

Are you a batting helmet? Because you’re protecting my heart from getting hurt.

Are you a diamond? Because you’re a girl’s best friend and a baseball player’s favorite place.

I must be standing on home plate because being near you feels like coming home.

You’re like the infield fly rule – complicated, but once I understand you, everything makes sense.

Are you first base? Because I’ve been dreaming about getting to you all night.

I don’t need a compass when I’m with you – you’re my true north on this diamond.

You must be the Green Monster because you’re blocking out everything else in my view.

Are you a sacrifice bunt? Because I’d give up everything just to advance with you.

You’re like a perfectly manicured infield – beautiful and exactly where I want to be.

I don’t need statistics to know you’re batting a thousand in my heart.

Are you the warning track? Because you’ve got me running full speed toward something amazing.

Forget Babe Ruth – you just hit the biggest home run of my life by walking in here.

I don’t need to round the bases when I’m already home with you.

You must be a grand slam because you just scored big time in my heart.

Are you a walk-off home run? Because you just ended the game and won everything.

I’ve seen a lot of home runs, but none as beautiful as the one you just hit on my heart.

You’re like a 500-foot blast – impressive, rare, and impossible to ignore.

I don’t need a highlight reel when I’ve got you hitting home runs in my mind all day.

Are you Aaron Judge? Because you just broke every record I had for falling this hard.

You must be clutch because you show up exactly when my heart needs you most.

I’ve been in the minor leagues my whole life until you came along and called me up to the majors.

Are you a fastball? Because I’m ready to catch whatever you’re throwing my way.

I must be a catcher because I can’t help but want to protect what’s most valuable – you.

You’re throwing me curveballs, but I’m equipped to handle whatever comes my way.

Are you a wild pitch? Because you’ve got me scrambling to keep up, and I love every second.

I don’t need signals from the dugout to know you’re the one I want to play with.

You must be stealing second because you just ran away with my heart.

I’m like a good catcher – patient, reliable, and always there when you need me.

Are you a passed ball? Because you just got away from me, and I’m chasing after you.

I don’t mind squatting behind the plate all day if it means I get to watch you work.

You’re like a perfect frame job – you make everything look better just by being there.

I don’t usually swing for the fences, but you make me want to go yard on love.

Are you a Louisville Slugger? Because you just knocked me off my feet.

You must have a 100 mph fastball because you just blew me away.

I don’t need performance-enhancing drugs when you give me all the power I need.

Are you a batting practice pitcher? Because I could take swings at your heart all day.

You’re like a perfectly timed swing – all about rhythm, timing, and pure power.

I don’t need to crowd the plate when you’re giving me the perfect pitch to hit.

Are you a cleanup hitter? Because you just drove in all my feelings at once.

You must be corked bat illegal because the effect you have on me seems too good to be true.

I’ve been practicing my swing my whole life just to be ready for a pitch like you.

Are you a knuckleball? Because I never know which way you’re going to break my heart.

You throw me more curveballs than a Hall of Fame pitcher, and I’m still swinging.

I thought I knew the strike zone until you redefined everything I thought I wanted.

Are you a changeup? Because you slow down time every time I see you.

You’re like a submarine pitcher – unique, effective, and impossible to figure out.

I don’t mind striking out if it means I get another at-bat with you.

Are you a splitter? Because you just split my world in half – before you and after you.

You’ve got more movement than a Cy Young winner’s repertoire.

I thought I could read pitches until you threw me the curveball of a lifetime.

Are you a screwball? Because you do crazy things to my heart that physics can’t explain.

Are you the All-Star Game? Because you bring together the best of everything I love.

I don’t need a fan vote to know you’re the MVP of my heart.

You must be a Gold Glove winner because you handle my heart with perfect precision.

Are you the Home Run Derby? Because watching you work is pure entertainment.

I’d travel to any stadium just to see you play in the game of love.

You’re like a Rookie of the Year – fresh, exciting, and full of unlimited potential.

Are you a Hall of Fame induction? Because meeting you feels like a once-in-a-lifetime honor.

I don’t need advanced metrics to know you’re batting a thousand in my heart.

You must be a Cy Young Award because you’re simply the best at what you do.

Are you Opening Day? Because you make everything feel new and full of possibility again.

Are you a baseball game? Because I could watch you for nine innings and extra time.

I must be a fan because I can’t help but cheer every time I see you.

You’re like a perfect summer day at the ballpark – exactly what I needed.

Are you a hot dog? Because you’re a classic that never gets old.

I don’t need a scorecard to know you’re winning my heart.

You must be a home team because everyone’s rooting for you, including me.

Are you the national anthem? Because you make my heart stand at attention.

I’m like a loyal fan – I’ll stick with you through wins, losses, and rain delays.

You’re like a perfect game – rare, beautiful, and unforgettable.

Are you a championship ring? Because you’re exactly what I’ve been working toward my whole life.

Are you a grand slam? Because you just brought everyone home, including my heart.

I don’t need bases loaded when you’re the only run I want to score.

You must be a walk-off grand slam because you just ended everything perfectly.

Are you the World Series? Because winning you would be the greatest achievement of my life.

I’ve been waiting in the on-deck circle my whole life for a pitch like you.

You’re like a bottom-ninth grand slam – dramatic, exciting, and exactly what dreams are made of.

I don’t need four RBIs when one smile from you drives in all the happiness I need.

Are you a rookie grand slam? Because you just made history in my heart.

You must be clutch hitting because you show up exactly when I need you most.

I’d rather strike out swinging for you than hit a single with anyone else.

Are you my catcher? Because you’re the only one who knows how to handle what I’m throwing.

I don’t need a perfect game when I’ve got you calling the shots from behind the plate.

You must be my closer because you always know how to finish what we started.

Are you a complete game? Because I want to go the distance with you.

I don’t mind throwing a hundred pitches if it means impressing you from the mound.

You’re like my best curveball – I save you for when it really matters.

Are you a quality start? Because six innings with you feels like just the beginning.

I don’t need a bullpen when you’re the only relief I want in life.

You must be my earned run average because you make all my numbers look better.

Are you a no-hitter? Because meeting you feels like something that happens once in a lifetime.

Are you a shortstop? Because you cover more ground in my heart than anyone else.

I must be playing first base because I’m always ready to catch whatever you send my way.

You’re like a perfectly turned double play – smooth, efficient, and beautiful to watch.

Are you third base? Because you’re so close to home, and that’s exactly where I want to be.

I don’t need a glove when your hands are the only ones I want holding mine.

You must be second base because you’re the perfect stop on my way to something amazing.

Are you an infield fly? Because I’d call you mine before anyone else could interfere.

I’m like a good second baseman – reliable, always there, and ready to turn two with you.

You’re like a charging play – aggressive, exciting, and exactly what gets my heart racing.

Are you a bunt coverage? Because you’ve got all my bases covered in the game of love.

Are you center field? Because you’re right in the middle of everything I care about.

I don’t need a warning track when you give me all the signals I need.

You must be a diving catch because you just saved me from striking out in love.

Are you a home run robbery? Because you just stole my heart right over the fence.

I’m like a good outfielder – I’ll run through walls to make sure you don’t get away.

You’re like a perfect throw to home plate – accurate, powerful, and exactly what I needed.

Are you the gap? Because I want to drive everything right through your heart.

I don’t mind playing deep if it means I get a better view of you rounding the bases.

You must be a sun ball because looking at you makes everything else disappear.

Are you a basket catch? Because you make the difficult look effortless and beautiful.

Are you a walk-off hit? Because you just ended my search for the perfect person.

I don’t need extra innings when you make every moment feel like a victory.

You must be a walk-off grand slam because you just won everything that matters to me.

Are you bottom ninth magic? Because you appeared exactly when I needed a miracle most.

I’ve been waiting my whole life for a walk-off moment, and you just delivered it perfectly.

You’re like a game-winning RBI – clutch, timely, and exactly what everyone remembers.

Are you a celebration at home plate? Because you make me want to jump for joy.

I don’t need a champagne shower when your smile gives me all the celebration I need.

You must be a walk-off celebration because you just made all my teammates jealous.

Are you a game-winning hit? Because meeting you feels like the moment I’ve been training for my entire life.