Broken Promises

Not so long ago, a trio of young impetuous hooligans made a commitment. LHTBJ was to be a daily relief amid the darts of mortality. But men are no better than men and after Creation comes the Fall and a promise is broken.

But it is Spring, when life renews, when color surrounds, when love is the air. And by wonderful design, Baseball renews when Life renews. Baseball breaths deeply the verdant hues of hope. Hope against hope. Faith. The specter of contentment haunts. And deep play is enjoyed until the death of day in the Fall. Then we are heartbroken, as if we know that we came that close to fulfillment. Spurned, we wait. Madly, but willingly. The darkness lifts, and then we do it all again next season. For those with eyes to see, Baseball is like life like no other game.

The darkness has lifted. The darts are clearly seen in the painful, restoring light of the Spring-sun. Life has returned! The joy of Baseball haunts! LHTBJ is back!

Gentlemen, it is Spring! Let us play the men this season until the inevitable Fall.