It’s not even January yet.
It gets dark at like 4:30.
It’s cold.
It’s still snowing.
And yet… baseball hope is already warming the soul.
Hang in there, people. Winter’s fastball is losing velocity.
It’s not even January yet.
It gets dark at like 4:30.
It’s cold.
It’s still snowing.
And yet… baseball hope is already warming the soul.
Hang in there, people. Winter’s fastball is losing velocity.