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I Will Try Not to Be Insufferable About This…

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But you guys, baseball is back. I went to the last exhibition game of spring training yesterday afternoon, the Red Sox playing against the hapless Nationals in their home stadium, which, it must be said, is cheaply built but has lovely sightlines. But no matter. It was lovely. Youk and J.D. Drew hit home runs, and Josh Reddick, who has a bit of Ian Somerhalder about him (the first thing Google autofills next to his name is “girlfriend,” so the thought isn’t original to me) made a terrific running and diving catch — he’ll be fun to watch in Pawtucket.Truth is, I am one of those obnoxious romantics who believes that life is a little better between the beginning of April and October, who believes, like Roger Angell, that more things than the imagination flower with the arrival of box scores. I will try very hard to be ecumenical, not to brag on my boys because that’s just obnoxious. But I do hope to do a little writing about how wonderful baseball is this summer.

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