Spring Must Be Near
Watched my first spring training baseball game today. In spite of the snow outside I felt warm all over. The batter's swings were a little rusty, the pitchers a little wild, and the errors abounded. Still some skills were as finely tuned as they were last fall. The spitting was accurate, Gatorade cups were thrown with precision, bubbles were blown to tremendous proportions, and “chaws” swelled bearded cheeks. It’s refreshing to watch millionaires having fun rather than fretting over the stock market. Opening day is only four weeks away. Go Indians!