MMMMMM...
The smell of freshly cut grass, hot dogs (Grilled, not steamed!)
kids yelling for an autograph, peanut shells underfoot...
The first draft beer and the foam that sticks to your lip....
The first pitch, crackle of that broken bat, the sound of the "horsehide" booming into the firstbase man's mitt washes over the hushed fans waiting for the
umpire to thrust his fist up and point to the first base bag - the boos (or cheers, depending on who is playing where)..
It's time for baseball........
And remember to get your scorecard.
You can't tell the players without it!!!!
Good luck to everyone and let's PLAY BALL!!!
P.S. O.k. Sandra get out of your winter funk...
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