The snow is still melting here in PA, but I can still feel spring in my bones. Pitchers and catchers report tomorrow. The Phillies will have their new-look rotation together at last, poised for what will hopefully be a historic run.

When I was a kid, it was right around now that I would be signing up for little league and just a couple weeks before I’d play my heart out in the freezing cold at try outs. I’d beg my mom and dad for a new mit, new cleats, new batting gloves, anything that I could show of for the new season.

I learned baseball by watching Darren Daulton, Lenny Dykstra, John Kruk, Curt Schilling and Mickey Morandini on their run to the ’93 World Series using my livingroom sofa as a backstop, and an old hockey mask as a catcher’s mask (I still claim to have invented the idea!).

Baseball is in my blood and although my 2010 season ended in disappointment, there’s no feeling quite like the promise of a new year.

A new spring.

New grass.

New players.

New opportunities.

It’s baseball season, baby!



  1. raysrenegade

    Ahhhh Little League when we played our hearts out for sodas, a hot dog or a slushie.
    Sometimes I wish baseball would play players in concession wares for one game to remind them it is a kid’s game and to keep the kid alive in their hearts.
    But still, February 14, 2011 is a day for love….the love of baseball as the mitts will be oiled, the uniforms pressed and the caps bent as the 2011 MLB season offically begins……Where is my hotdog?

    Rays Renegade

  2. thegoodofthegame

    Ray’s Renegade – That’s an incredible idea. Someone should pitch that to a major league team as a marketing campaign. Each player will donate one game check as part of their charity work, and that game they will be paid in hot-dogs and soda. They could each also have a little leaguer with them to share in the concessions with… Genius!

    Jenn – I still miss Harry’s voice. There are a lot of high fly balls deep to right field, but none of them are ever really “outta here” like they used to. Some of my fondest memories are of watching the Phillies in my grandparent’s living room, and Harry’s voice just filled the room and our hearts.


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