It's On, Baby

The weather has tamped down on its more homicidal tendencies, it's approaching mid-February, and I'm blogging again: a confluence of forces that can only signal the return of Truck Day. The dismemberment of the Rays, the acquisitions of Gonzalez and Crawford, and the visible weakening of the Yankees starting staff - seriously, they have Sergio Mitre listed as their number 5 starter - significantly reduces the competition in the East and might just make the 2011 division crown Boston's to lose. It's the start of baseball: let the dreaming begin!

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Truck Day!

There may still be enough snow in the garden in front of my apartment to contemplate building Calvin-style snow sculptures, but today from Boston leaves a vehicle that, like the return of the robin, promises the onset of spring. "Truck Day": two simple words that promise the arrival of days when the sun's light provides more than a mockery of warmth, when the touch of the breeze no longer feels like an icy assault, when the stark skeletal growth of trees softens under a bower of green. But most important, Truck Day means Pitchers and Catchers, and Pitchers and Catchers means Spring Training, and Spring Training means Baseball. Sweet, sweet baseball. Your return cannot come soon enough, I promise.

Happy Days are (Almost) Here Again

It's Truck Day. Baseball is almost here. The cold times are almost over.

Finally.

Truck Day +1

Dear Readers,

We're sorry we missed the official beginning of Spring yesterday. We were so focused on trying to figure out why the Herald would make a joke about the noble profession of proctology (especially in reference to our favorite new beer-swilling Red Sox) that we missed Truck Day 2007. We know it's no excuse, but we hope you can forgive us in our shame.

Yours in Red Sox obsession,

Eric and Robin