Baseball has begun. The smell of freshly-oiled gloves. The feel of a new Rawlings baseball. The wheezing of my asthma and the running nose of my allergies at night. The sounds echoing in my mind as I fall asleep: “Coach, can I pitch?” “Coach, how come this practice field doesn’t have a bathroom?” The soreness of middle-aged arms from throwing batting practice or trying to hit too many deep fly balls. It doesn’t get any better than this!!
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