It's time to wake up and practically be able to smell the freshly cut grass.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to truly root for a win.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to watch Johan do his thing.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to start cheering against the rest of the NL East.
It's time for baseball.
It's time to pretend every game is No. 162.
It's time for baseball.
It's time for the crack of a bat to be the sweetest sound you hear each day.
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.
