While we’re on rituals of spring, consider the grounds crew laying out the clean chalk baselines down first and third, their geometry interrupted only by batters boxes on one end and infinity on the other. Consider the clean white uniforms of the boys of spring. Consider Myron Noodleman. Consider the linescore:
All is again right with the world.
Lissa and I went to the new Isotopes Field Friday night for our first ballgame since the Dukes left our great city bereft of baseball. It was cold and windy (April games always surprise us, but we’ve long learned to ignore our optimism and bring blanket and coats.), but perfect.