[yawns]
[opens eyes, then rubs them with the thumb-side of both index fingers]
[squints, then goes wide-eyed]
It’s baseball season. Well, almost. The fellas are back in Arizona and the cleats are crunching. Truth be told, we really know it’s baseball season when the internet wakes up and begins to complain. So yeah, it’s baseball season.
I’ll be taking my customary sojourn to the sand next month and reporting to you live, in person, on tape, in written words and video from the backfields. Until then, I’m trying to brush up on the nether-reaches of the farm.