It's that time of year, indeed it is. Spring Training. Baseball begins anew. When I was a kid growing up in Kansas right about now I'd be prepping my old glove, inhaling the heady aroma of leather and mink oil, looking for any signs at all that spring was truly on its way - buds on the Elm tree, an early crocus in my mom's flower garden - any hint of the season to come.
I was a baseball kid.
Spring Training still awakens in me each year that same sense wonder and the giddy expectations of the summer to…Read more