A Baseball Letter
Winter’s end is closer. Bills pile but, oh, done with ‘em. Bored? Spring! Birds all over! Got a glover, lover? A lent one. Jersey? Ball? Bats? Field? Games please. Eat on your, a, pork chop, Buddy. Not hard, fatty. Bad news? Dang. Snow’s fine. We’re ready.
A Boomer Whipple to Jeff Sullivan & Jon Bois, whose twitter game inspired this post.
In addition to managing the RotoGraphs blog here, Eno Sarris also writes for RotoWorld and AmazinAvenue. Follow his misadventures in writing on Twitter @enosarris or www.enosarris.com.
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Winter’s end smells of cheese.
Loved this.
How many hours did it take to find “Board”?