Sunday, March 30, 2003

Ahh. Let's play ball.

Time for heartbreak, triumph, uncomfortable plastic seats, overpriced beer, icky hot dogs, lazy pop-ups, obnoxious hecklers, the smell of the grass, fresh white chalk lines, hanging curves, dead red smoke, bean-balls, catchers sweating off midriff bulges, Joe Morgan, John Miller, managers getting thrown out, balls, strikes and gopher balls.

Let there be baseball! And about time too.


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