Winter is over. It’s the time of year where the temperatures crack the 50Fº mark. Every year, when the weather teases me with this bit of warmth I begin thinking about baseball. I am not what you would call a baseball fan. At least not a fan in the same classification of fandom as those who memorize every stat of every player on every team. Or those who have bubble gum trading cards dating back to childhood or collections of memorabilia like miniature bats or…
