Here are the sweetest words
in the language of baseball:
“Pitchers and catchers report.”
In a little more than a week,
the cold will be forgotten,
the smell of green grass
will fill your nostrils,
(at least in Florida and Arizona,)
and dreams of making it to the majors
will be kindled and rekindled.
Now poised on the precipice
of a new season, there are
no errors or injuries or slumps.
All is pristine and I am
filled with the hope again
of a glorious sun-filled morning.
There is nothing I can’t do,
no mountain I can’t climb.
There is a new spring in my step
all because I hear the magic words,
“Pitchers and catchers report.”