christelpistol

Its been since September 28th since i have heard your voice.  i purposely do not listen to Centerfield during the off-season.  it's sacred.  but today, TODAY, i listened to you sing "put me in coaaaaach," 5 times on the way to work today.  and the only other song that can elicit such a chill during the first 10 seconds of a song is "Into the Mystic"

its been a long 6 months.  but now, it is baseball season once again.  and i will admit, when i went to the UT home opener several weeks ago, i felt like i was cheating.  it was clandestine baseball.  i felt like i should have been wearing a trench coat and fedora and big sunglasses.  but, in my defense, they have installed astroturf type nonsense on the UT ball field.  so i was unable to smell the grass.  and smelling the kentucky bluegrass is baseball.  having hotdogs is baseball.  drinking 9 dollar beers is baseball.  feeling the tingle of the excitement of a stadium full of baseball fans is baseball.  hearing "Centerfield" is baseball.  wearing my Reds shirt under work clothes is baseball.  the smell of pine tar is baseball.  diving catches, grass stains and red clay dirt is baseball.  i am ready.  i have been ready for 6 months.  and as Susan Sarandon says as Annie Savoy in Bull Durham, "the only church that feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the church of baseball"

let's play ball!

love,

christel