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The Hot Stove thread can be put to bed for another season. Pitchers and catchers are reporting and the ST camps are open! I thought I'd post this great article in honor of the occasion:
'Pitchers and Catchers' -- Beautiful 3 Words
Pitchers and catchers. Are there three better words?
It is a most magical mantra, pulling a fan through the winter, when you can go days without ever seeing the sun and weeks or months without seeing the ground. It leads you through the darkness and pulls you toward the light.
Pitchers and catchers.
You hear the phrase as soon as the old season ends in a shower of champagne. You repeat it to yourself as you shovel the walk and driveway after Decembers first soggy snowstorm. When the new year slides into the depths of January and its colder outside than a slumlords heart, you look at the calendar, flip a month ahead, count the days, reassure yourself that spring is not far behind.
Forget Groundhogs Day. Forget robins. Nothing heralds spring like pitchers and catchers.
Opening Day is a festival, the day the season begins; pitchers and catchers is a nativity, the day the season is born. It is images of strong and athletic young men, their ledgers clean and yet to be written on, their possibilities infinite, stretching in the sun on freshly mowed turf. It is the bright snap of a ball striking leather, the crisp crack of seasoned ash, the smell of damp clay and grass. It is a daily CARE package of palm trees and deepening tans delivered on television, endlessly dissected on radio, savored in newspaper columns.
Let's talk Spring Training baseball here. I'm excited and I can't wait to see some games. Play Ball!
'Pitchers and Catchers' -- Beautiful 3 Words
Pitchers and catchers. Are there three better words?
It is a most magical mantra, pulling a fan through the winter, when you can go days without ever seeing the sun and weeks or months without seeing the ground. It leads you through the darkness and pulls you toward the light.
Pitchers and catchers.
You hear the phrase as soon as the old season ends in a shower of champagne. You repeat it to yourself as you shovel the walk and driveway after Decembers first soggy snowstorm. When the new year slides into the depths of January and its colder outside than a slumlords heart, you look at the calendar, flip a month ahead, count the days, reassure yourself that spring is not far behind.
Forget Groundhogs Day. Forget robins. Nothing heralds spring like pitchers and catchers.
Opening Day is a festival, the day the season begins; pitchers and catchers is a nativity, the day the season is born. It is images of strong and athletic young men, their ledgers clean and yet to be written on, their possibilities infinite, stretching in the sun on freshly mowed turf. It is the bright snap of a ball striking leather, the crisp crack of seasoned ash, the smell of damp clay and grass. It is a daily CARE package of palm trees and deepening tans delivered on television, endlessly dissected on radio, savored in newspaper columns.
Let's talk Spring Training baseball here. I'm excited and I can't wait to see some games. Play Ball!


(Opening day tickets go on sale Saturday!!)