Lynx Stadium, May 2, 2008.

Finally, the winter from hell has come to an end.  In this neck of the woods, more and more it seems that we have only two seasons - winter and summer.  The transitional spring and fall seasons have disappeared.  March 8-9, fifty freakin’ centimetres of snow.  April 18, 24 Celsius.

Of course with spring comes the return of Little League, the only baseball we thought we’d have in the NCR in 2008.  And quite honestly, as a family we’d made our peace with that.  I continue to marvel at the quality of baseball played by 10 and 11 year olds.  It’s all relative of course; we obviously don’t hold these kids to the same standards as an MLB player.  But as spectators, we quickly grow accustomed to the different expectation level and get wrapped up in the game - every bit as much as any game we watched at Lynx Stadium (dare I say, even more so during a Little League tournament).

Warming up in the pen, May 3, 2008

Two seamer, on it’s way.

The next Orlando Hudson?

And even with gas prices sitting near $4 a gallon, there’s the proverbial road trip planned for the summer.  Tentative plans include a trip to the Hall of Fame, and a couple of ball parks along the way.  If we time this thing right, we hope to catch up with FLP and good guy Dusty Wathan when he brings his Williamsport team to FLO and good guy Ray Pecor’s Centennial Field to face the Vermont Lake Monsters.