Spring sprung blues

I am ready for spring. I have had enough of the coldness, the rainness and just all around blahness that is winter.
Unlike Cornelius of BMR fame, I even don't mind the sounds of the pigeons returning to the area, but I have to admit that after a few months of it I too will tire of the rats with wings.
The need for spring has all sorts of connotations with it, like getting outside the house and going golfing, or working on the garden, or going golfing, or yard work in general, or going golfing, or riding my bicycle, or going golfing, etc, etc ... (did I mention going golfing?)
Now that the weather is finally starting to climb above the 60s at times, it can only be a matter of time before winter is put aside for another year and we get into the good weather months of the L-C Valley.
I am ready.

Baseball been berry, berry good to me

Spring training is finally here and all I can say is -- IT'S ABOUT TIME.
I know that the game has been taken over in the slot of NATIONAL PASTIME, heck some might even say it is past its time, but I remain a fan.
Because on any given day, the unthinkable can happen. I have been at the ballpark when Reggie Jackson hit an inside-the-park home run while still a young member of the As. I have seen Juan Marichal, Bob Gibson, Sandy Koufax, Tom Seaver, Nolan Ryan, Roberto Clemente, Willie Mays and other numerous Hall-of-Fame players while growing up in the S.F. Bay Area.
For me, baseball still holds sway as the country's best professional sport.
I been waiting for this berry moment for a long time.