You've shoveled the snow....endlessly....
You've stepped with mincing, pathetic slowness over the black ice...
You've endured scarfs over your nose and ears, and frozen fingers and toes...
You've slid into cold car seats...
You see mostly grays and browns when you look outside...
So, doesn't your heart leap to hear the words,
SPRING TRAINING BEGINS FEBRUARY 19!!!
Suddenly you can smell grass and popcorn and feel the sun on your face, and feel the ecstasy of the crowds, the players, the mascots.
Summer's song.
Sure, it's can be boring, frustrating, agonizing, slow.
But it's long days under blue skies. It's hope that this is our year. It's a melding of a community. It's a passion that spreads over the warming months.
More than that, it's a pastime. Something to talk about. Something to frame your days. Something to argue, rejoice, scorn, revere, exult, disparage, dream about.
So take a deep breath and hold it for the next few weeks and soon, very soon, you will hear that ageless edict , "Play ball!"
Let the peaceful mayhem of baseball begin.
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