Holy Moses. Spring training is about to start. With 2 feet of snow on the ground here in Ohio, it's hard to believe that the Reds are in Arizona, and it's 80 degrees. I sent a picture of my deck covered in snow to my sister who lives in Tempe, and she replied "I hate to rub it in, but its 80 degrees here, and we're all wearing shorts. But yeah, we fry in the summer time." This is kind of like her summer time. They can't really do much when it's 118 degrees in the summer, now can they? Even the pools are empty out there in the middle of summer. Too freaking hot. But I digress. It's baseball time. I caught a little bit of the Hot Stove League on the radio last night, with Marty and Thom Brennamen. Marty's voice alone makes me think baseball. He's been there doing that job my whole life. Nuxhall was there too until he died. I miss the ol' left-hander, he was like everyone's grandpa, and not a bad bone in his body. I met Nuxie one time. I was running a bar in Mt Adams, and Clearchannel (which owns 700 WLW) was directly across the street. We always had sports and music celebs in there. and one day in walks Joe Nuxhall, sits at the bar and orders a Bud Light. We got to chatting for a minute, he knew my Dad, he used to go to our church. And nothing really phenomenal happened, i just got to talk to the guy that i'd heard on the radio so many years of my life. Nuxie was a gentleman and a gentle man. God bless him. I don't even think we talked about baseball.
But baseball is on my mind for sure. I can't wait to see the green grass of the outfield, and the crisp white lines of the infield. And i can't wait to dedicate 3 hours a day, six days a week to listening to people discuss the game of baseball playing out in front of them. And i can't wait to pump my arm in the air and watch as a Joey Votto smash bounces off the left field wall and rolls quickly back to the infield, while two runs score and Votto pulls into second with a stand up double and two ribeye steaks. God I can't wait. Soon...soon...soon.
But baseball is on my mind for sure. I can't wait to see the green grass of the outfield, and the crisp white lines of the infield. And i can't wait to dedicate 3 hours a day, six days a week to listening to people discuss the game of baseball playing out in front of them. And i can't wait to pump my arm in the air and watch as a Joey Votto smash bounces off the left field wall and rolls quickly back to the infield, while two runs score and Votto pulls into second with a stand up double and two ribeye steaks. God I can't wait. Soon...soon...soon.
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