With the Steelers thrilling win last night, football season is over, which opens the door for baseball to take over my mind.
February is typically the most boring month of sports, but with pitchers and catchers reporting in 11 days, I'll take what I can get.
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It's time for staring at pictures of baseball in Florida (while I'm freezing my butt off in Connecticut).
It's time for baseball.
It's time for people I've never heard of to take All Stars deep.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to start talking predictions and statistics.
It's time for baseball.
It's time for the crack of bats and the thump of balls hitting mitts.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to read about pitches breaking and pitchers working.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to get back in the groove, to anticipate games from the moment you wake up until the first pitch is thrown. To cheer the good times and remember to breathe through the tough times.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to live and die with 25 men, a wooden bat, a leather glove and a tiny little ball with red stitching.
It's time for baseball.
Play ball!
