Baseball has arrived folks. May we spit our seeds, and kick the dirt off our cleats. May we smell the fresh spring air, the air that frees us from reality. A life of 9 innings every night approaches us, 9 innings of pure beauty, pure beauty of watching our teams go through great times, and go through bad times. Our favorite team could become the washington nationals. Or maybe the Padres, as betting can grant us a new favorite team. So, load that mouth up with seeds, enjoy that dusty spring air on the diamond while throwing down some hot dogs into your bellies of gold. Women, girlfriends, wives, enjoy the long season, and let us all enjoy our baseball. No interruptions, no romance during the game, no pottery barn talk. Ladies, it is man time. Ladies, we'll catch ya after the game. To all of you, a Happy Opening Day. It has begun
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