I went to the mid-Atlantic, home of green grass in April and pretty baseball stadiums.
I caught an Orioles game at Camden Yards against the Yankees out of sheer luck that no one else wanted these tickets.
The Yankees were dumbfounded by the quietly talented no-name Orioles. Fellow contributors Adam, Abby, and I spent some time filling in words for what the Yankees are saying in this picture. Things like, “My neighbor’s dog keeps chewing on my fence,” and “I went to Best Buy and they have an incredible deal on flatscreen tv’s!” Because that’s what millionaires do, right? Feel free to add your own.
This is also about baseball, because after 4 days of searching for my baseball glove with no luck, I tore apart my parent’s garage and found it hiding underneath a basketball.
Nowadays, I just sit around smelling the glove and remembering how awesome it was to be on a baseball field at night. No matter how much school sucked come April, I’d get to play baseball and know that it’s almost summer. And lately it feels like summer. I even took my glove out for a catch and three of us sat around talking about our futures like we were thirteen again talking about being major leaguers.
Aaaand I’m back. I battled a lethal flu, the darkness, the cold weather (still), and frozen ground. Yet it was 60 yesterday. Almost like mother nature is saying, “Hey! Don’t give in! Summer is coming- warmth still exists in the outdoors.” The sun is finally warm, bright, and upbeat.
Apologies all around for failing to keep up my writing the last month, but I’m also working on not forcing a post. I felt spring peeking through a couple times in the past few weeks, but yesterday I actually enjoyed the warmth yesterday. Took a walk (WITHOUT A COAT!) and I did not tear up from the cold wind or worry too much about slipping on ice. While I’m not sure that four months of living in a frozen climate is enjoyable, I think for once I’ll truly appreciate Spring.
Even if that does not arrive until May (yeah okay, still bitter about that one). Major League Baseball started its season and that immediately makes me think of my baseball glove, lively vegetation, and my parents yelling at me for throwing a ball against the house (it’s brick- so what’s their problem?). My glove is incredibly special to me- similar to some kids and stuffed animals or blankets, except this is for my early teen years. It has this awesome smell that I may try to describe in the future. To me, the smell screams everything from cold April night games to 101 degree double headers in July. On the topic of baseball, this is the first time in years I’m excited to watch the Baltimore Orioles. It is probably only because it makes me think of Spring- something I don’t have here. Oh and plus I’m going to an Orioles game! Fellow writers Annie and Abby are making the mecca to suburbia for Passover and why not go to a game at Camden Yards before chowing down on matzah?
Meanwhile, we’ll be in the mid-Atlantic climate, home to awesomely warm and rainy Aprils. And I’ll get to ride my bike and see my favorite hill in Baltimore County, Maryland. I think I’ll have much more to write in the coming months.
