It’s nearly impossible to explain why I have such a craving for baseball right now, considering how lame I am when it comes to sports. I so badly want to be sweltering under that big round orange thing in the sky, listening to little league moms cheering their sons on and little league dads telling them that they are doing everything wrong. I want to hear the six year olds running around the playground behind the field, screeching the most beautifully happy sound that a six year old can make when they are tagged to be ‘it’. I want to hear the middle schoolers chanting things like, “G double O-D-E-Y-E….good eye, good eye, good eye”. I can’t wait until I can once again hear the metal bat clinking against the ball, or hear the whoosh of a fantastic pitch.
Soon enough, spring will be marching in.