It seems like only yesterday that some of us were wielding our largest snow shovels to burrow a path from the front door back to what passes for winter civilization in those unfortunate states with no palm trees in sight. Oh, wait. That was yesterday.
But at the very moment those shovels were scraping the concrete, somewhere over the snowflake-filled horizon, we could have sworn we heard a sound that warmed our hearts … if not our noses.
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Crrrrack … crrrrack … or was it more like thwaaack … thwaaack?
Aw, whatever. It was the most inspirational sound in the universe: The sound of bat meeting baseball. The sound of spring training roaring
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