Hearts and Balls and Wine
Yesterday was one of those days in which everything about the day DEMANDED you get out the good stuff, pop the cork, and celebrate.
On the one hand it was Valentines Day. Now I know and agree this "holiday" is probably useful mainly to keep Hallmark and restaurants in business. But if you are going to make up a Holiday, why not make up one that focuses on the depth of your romantic love for another person? You could do a heck of a lot worse. Plus, it gives us a really good excuse to open the good stuff…or at least order the good stuff off the menu. Maybe I’m a fan of Valentines day because it helps keep the wine business healthy. But maybe it’s because I like a Holiday I can devote to Ginny.
On the other hand, yesterday’s Day of Love happened to be combined with the day on which the most important event of the year occurs: Baseball’s Spring Training Camps Open.
If you look in the dictionary under "HOPE", you’ll see a picture of baseball players doing stretches under the Arizona and Florida sun. That’s right. With winter sill more than a month from being over, hope has returned with the opening of Spring Training.
If this isn’t a reason to open a good bottle of wine, sit back, sip it, close your eyes, and run through your mind "The Catch" or #700 or even the agony of the SF Giants’ World Series Game 6 fiasco, then I don’t know what is.
I truly heart wine.
I heart baseball from way back.
Hearts and balls haiku!
As a Cubs fan, I know that which you speaketh.
You seem to love the grand old game but show a photo of someone tainting the games most hallowed records.