Almost forgot. Today marks the start of baseball season both at Southern Miss and LSU. And probably at most colleges and universities. Growing up, I always hated it. I often tell the story of how my brother played when we were younger, his team advanced to a tournament one year and it fell at the same time as our 4th of July beach trip. Mom canceled the vacation and we sat on baseball park bleachers for hours. And just watched. I was so pissed and spent the entire time bitching about how I could have been building sand castles. Still sort of bitter.
However, it's growing on me again. It's always reminded me of spring, nachos, and the end of school. Perhaps that why I appreciate it so much?
Swing batta, batta.
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