It's Softball Baby

Context is key.
Certain scenarios and settings allow for a much more lax use of language.
At formal events-even at school- there are expressions and words I do not use that become a key component of my language on the softball field. From the moment I lace up my cleats and walk onto that dirt I'm jawing off. I'm talking to my pitcher, my catcher, my infield, my outfield; and suddenly everyone's either baby or kid.
In casual conversation I would never turn to my friend and say, "Nice job baby." In fact, I detest the term of endearment "baby" for couples. On the field, though, baby falls into my phrases like it's someone's name.
"Hits all day baby!"
"That's what I'm talkin' about baby!"
It's just a natural fit-in; so is kid. I'm the youngest player in the infield but I still call my pitcher kid. In school that would be stupid and unnecessary, but on the diamond it has a ring to it.
"Keep doing what you're doing kid!"
"You got it kid; all day!"
Certain words that find  no purchase from me habitually, are regular additives in my softball jargon. The language on a ball diamond is a whole new breed. Common and ordinary phrases take on a taunting tone on the field:
"Beautiful eyes!!"
"Way to wear it kid!"
"Ring her up!"
Even just read these phrases have a different quality to them then when they're coined on the field. A non-softball player would read these and probably have little to no reference of what aspect of the game these are concerned with, but for me they are a vital aspect of the game.
First comes skill, then experience; equally prevalent is communication though. It's imperative that you are constantly talking with your teammates, even if the words serve no instructional purpose. Jawing during the game boosts the overall mood and incites an energy into the performance.
I really enjoy the vivacious qualities of public language in the midst of a softball game; when my team is hitting my face is pressed to that dugout fence; the cold metal biting into the tip of my nose and caught in a white-knuckled grip as my lips are moving, calling of my teammates numbers as I shout:
"Bonito Ojos!"
"Where'd you get those eyes? Lenscrafters? I need a pair!"
"No golfing Happy!"
"Let's go fourteen divided by two!"
My favorite go to phrase is on a full-count as I shout with a rasp: "WALK IT OR ROCK IT!"
The short phrases and attachments of softball make the game so much greater; it adds personality and a sense of community to what's going on. To any regular person "soft-serve" means a nice sugar rush, but that's what we call weak pitchers. You see the rainbow lobbed over the center of home-plate and you turn to your teammate with a grin and a "Taste the rainbow soft-serve's on the menu today." Then you call out to your catcher as she fires down to two: "CANNON."
The cheetah is the slowest runner; wheels is the fastest; right there with cannon is rocket; then savage. Each player gets their identifying characteristic as their label which right there with their number takes precedence over using actual names. Softball is a community; unique in its design, this originality reflected in the language. A language as hardcore and entertaining as the game itself. When that ball is pitched it all becomes about the Dub (W.)