Aah, It's Here

Baseball season.

Inhale. Smell the fake grass. Smell the spilled beer and nasty hot dogs that I don't eat. Listen to the confused kiddies, bored babies and loud lushes spewing indecipherable slurs to the visiting team. Or maybe to the home team. I'm really not sure which.

Okay, I'm not actually at a ballgame today since the D-Rays are in the Big Apple, but if I could, I would.

Sigh. This is the loveliest season of them all. But alas, they still need a bullpen.