it's true -- spring training started the same day that i embarked on el ragnar.
let's put this simply: i. adore. baseball.
(remember my perfect day?)
this passion could be the result of many factors:
> hours spent sorting baseball cards with my big brudder
> the ability i had to name any city's pro team by the time i was like 8 (yeah, quiz me)
> going to d-backs games in my dad's company seats
> playing a few years of softball myself in elementary school
> countless outings to dbacks games with friends in high school
> a few really good dates to dbacks games (it's an automatic win for me)
> thawing out at spring training games during college while home visiting from the great frozen north
but all of this aside, i think it's something simpler: baseball is magic. it is your soul giving a happy sigh. it is nostalgia and the scent of dirt and grass. it is overpriced food and crowds of people and sandlot and summer and cutoffs and t-shirts and chucks and america and patriotism and fireworks and ... and ...
baseball has heart.
mine, in particular.
also, i adore this and want it for my wall:
(see bigger version here)