we've just finished with a genesis-level amount of rain here in new jersey the last few days, but this morning as i write this, i see that the sun has rediscovered us. and none too early. you see, this is a big weekend. it's easter weekend, after all, and the first weekend of april. there will be people traveling and visiting, and trips to playgrounds. there will be easter egg hunts and sunrise services. there will be new pink dresses and ill-fitting suits. there will be chocolate and a cornocopia of everything pastel. and so many more reasons to get down on your knees and beg for sunshine. and the greatest of these is baseball. that's right: that great american pasttime where grown men attempt to hit a little white ball with a stick - baseball. the only sure sign of spring, complete with the sounds and smells to prove it. i've been waiting for it for 5 months, and this sunday - Easter sunday - it returns with yankees vs. red sox. easter is the perfect ba
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