It feels like Baseball!
But this is only February, and we still have two weeks until pitchers and catchers report to spring training (oh, what a glorious hymn that is, music to my ears!) Yet, it is mid-fifties and the smell of burgers has infiltrated the air. My soul pines for the aroma of hot dogs and the sweet sound of a buzzing crowd and the crack of the bat.
Global climate change is occuring before our eyes. Does that mean we get more baseball in a year? Maybe more heat will allow new Nats shortstop Royce Clayton to stretch out those aged muscles and make him more effective than Guzman (guess that's not hard to do, eh?)
Pray that we don't get baked by the sun in the next few years.