while i was outside yesterday, adding a couple of feet to my snow mountain (we had about 10 or so inches of snow), i was thinking of spring and training. i was thinking of pitches and catchers. i was thinking of leather and wood. i was thinking of shortstops and long outs. i was thinking about fastballs and slow curves. i was thinking about round trippers and line drives.
i was dreaming of baseball.
why? because it is here. all over the south, baseball clubs have started gathering for the beginning of spring training. and, though miles away, i can feel it in my soul. i am ready for just this sort of thing. ready for the pops of sizzling fastballs in catcher's mitts. ready for the throaty growl of a homeplate umpire. ready for the heavenly crack-sound of a double down the line.
i'm not really ready to say goodbye to derek jeter, but that is a whole 'nother story.