I don't usually complain about the cold, but being a Southerner, I don't like it very much. But I realize it is pathetic that I'd rather have Alex stay home from school today than take him to school in this cold. For the record, apparently it takes a temperature of -3F to induce such patheticness. That's not wind chill, either, people.
100 Words about Baseball
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90 feet between bases is genius
There are secret signs
Hanging curveballs are sexy
Numbers are magic: 755, 56, 7, 61, 1.12
Tinker to Evers to Chance
Ivy at Wrigley
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There’s no crying in baseball
Cooperstown
A great play at the plate
Chatter
Pepper
High socks
Tradition
Spring training
Keeping score
The rubber game
The infield fly rule
162 chances
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