Well, its here. Finally. I freaking love baseball season. There is nothing like baseball because it consumes your life for pretty much 6 straight months and it is literally everyday. It can be counted on. It isn't going to leave you high and dry. I love you baseball. And I leave you with this. Here is the speech that epitomizes why baseball is America's past time.
The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again. Ohhhhhhhh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.
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