The Baseball Desert

Friday, January 23, 2004

Dreamer, nothing but a dreamer

On a grey, wet and windy morning in Paris, it seems natural for my thoughts to turn to sunnier climes. This happens to me every year, and even though I never actually get as far as Florida or Arizona, the mere thought that there will be baseball games played in just over a month's time is enough to get me through the rest of the offseason.