If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

On a dank, glum 45° New Year’s Day afternoon in the town of Vienna, VA, a bunch of kids were playing on Water Caffi Fields, the main athletic area of the Town Recreation Department.  They had leather gloves, a couple of round, white baseballs, and some bats which one can only hope were ash rather than (ugh) maple, (ugh, ugh) aluminum, or (ugh, ugh, ugh) composite.  Yes, I know that the coldest part of the winter may lie ahead.  But if they can play ball, I can ride my bike, and we’ll all be doing it in the warm sun soon enough.  Swing, batter!

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