The smell of Green Grass

Is it too early, I swear I smelled some spring today.今日ふとした春の香り。

The one constant through all the years, has been baseball.
America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.
It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again.
But baseball has marked the time.
This field, this game: it's a part of our past.
It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again.

Here's to the smell of green grass, the crack of the bad, to everything that's good about the slow season.

野球シーズンが待ち遠しい。。。さー仕事仕事。