Thanks for bringing this thread back to life.
It's February.
Meaningless to the casual baseball fan, but
the month in which actual, real, true baseball followers begin charting the season ahead, divining which pitchers have made it through the winter without being stopped for DWI or sued for divorce by their third wife, figuring which longball artists have reappeared from the chrysalis of cold weather with their balls intact despite the decades long injectionsof cool, CLEAR ....um ....vitamins. Fans fret.
It's not April.
It's not even that close to March.
Still...
There is anticipation.
When Carol King sang it she was refering to love.
For Baseball fans, it's rough, hard, explosive sex.
Joe(Don't get any on your Major Leaguers Cards)Nation
