Winter is fading.
You can just feel it in your bones, can’t you?! (Please freaking say yes).
Okay okay, yeah, we’re still having snow up here where I live, but c’mon, the days are getting longer and one of these days the sun is going to come out and the temps are going to hit 6o and just like that: SHAZAM!
You’ll look around and kids everywhere will be playing baseball!
Oh how I love the feeling that comes with seeing young blood out on the baseball diamonds for the first time each spring. It excites me and silly-slaps my spirit awake with a resounding, “YO DUDE! Get up! It’s time! Winter is over! Time to live again!”
Some of my greatest memories were out on the ball field when I was a kid. I can still vividly recall the smell of that fresh cut grass in the outfield and the nervous butterflies zipping around my guts as me and my teammates would trot out on to the field. When you’re 6 or 9 or 12, boy or girl it doesn’t matter, baseball is this unique beautiful rite of passage that allows you to stand out there under the warm April or May sunshine and stare at the birds in sky or the caterpillar on the dandelion at precisely the exact moment that you should be catching that pop fly that lands ten feet to your left while you are in La-La Land.
And that’s a beautiful thing indeed.
For the young, baseball season is a time to be outside with other kids from your neighborhood who have been locked away all winter just like you; nothing more and nothing less. Sure, some people take it way more serious than that and that’s okay I suppose, but at the end of the day America’s Pastime will always be something that most parents encourage their kids to try out because they themselves remember the electric smell of that outfield grass and the thrilling crack of the bat and the sweet triumphant taste of the Dairy Queen after the game as some of the happiest times of our lives.
What we don’t remember, what we never remember, is who won or who lost.
And that is absolutely how it should be.
So, sayonara winter, you ghastly frigid beast!
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