Now that Spring has pretty much sprung (the pollen is in the air, so I’d say we’re there), I still get the itch to go out onto the ball field. There’s a certain way that the sun hits the ground in the evenings and a particular smell in the air that makes me think back to the days of playing. While it’s not a big part of me anymore and I’m glad that I’m not devoting my life to practice like I once did, when the weather turns, I get this faint feeling like I should be donning my glove and swinging a bat. Here’s a couple of pictures from back in the day (about 10 years ago, sheesh!). I thought I was pretty tough.
