Ah, Spring Training!
The turtle has finished its song, and retired to his turtle-nook, quietly shaking his head. What’s all the fuss about some groundhog anyway? When the turtle says it is spring, it is spring, and the boys of summer grab their gloves and take the field under the Florida sun and in the Arizona desert.
It is actually baseball weather in the midwest at the moment, but that will come and go, like the prevailing opinion of who the Tiger centerfielder will be. Florida is where it is at in Tigerland right now, albeit with the absence of Mr.