Baseball has returned. Early April ushers in a new season where anything is possible. All teams hold the promise of a new day; a clean slate. The early spring crowds will soon shuffle through the turnstiles and resume their chants and hollers, echoing centuries past. Hotdogs will be slathered in mustard and onions, beer will flow and ice cream cones will melt and drip onto young children's fingers.
For one day in April, the nation will turn its eyes to this age old tradition that welcomes in the new spring. And then we will go about our day, confident in the fact that the seasons have changed. We'll come back in May or June when records have been established and hot-streaks are being ridden, but for now we will be content with a chill in the air, the smell of roasting peanuts from the stands and two words...."Play Ball!!!"
