Take me out.....

The sun may come up cold in a lot of places today.  There may be more than grass on the infield; there may be a bit of frost as well.  And the shadows will be long on the fields that lie roofless and open to the Spring skies......but not for long.

For today is the day when dreams begin again.....another summer in the sun, rooting for men playing a boy's game.  A summer of wooden bats and pristine white balls with bright red stitching.

Where your home team (wherever it may be) are heroes, and everybody else is a bum.  Where the heroes of your youth come out in their true skin, the uniforms of their youths, and the ghosts of Clemente and Ruth and Robinson and Paige and Cobb and Shoeless Joe walk amongst us, and in Ruth's case, try to steal our red hots.

Where you always sing during the Seventh Inning Stretch.

And all the boys that wish they could have, imagine themselves like this......

Play ball.