despite the fact that i love the winter and all the attendant wonderful shitty weather, the promise of spring is not without its niceties. chief among them is baseball. yeah, it seems like i just managed to shut up about it the other day, but i spent much of today in pursuit of tickets (only marginally successfully), and apart from some catcalls when they accidentally flashed grady little's face on a promo video on the jumbotron screen, and some grousing about the limits upon purchases, it was a splendid day at the ballpark. mind you, having picked up a wristband at 8:30, i received a number that wouldn't be called until 16:00 or so. i don't know for sure, 'cause i wasn't there; i left and fired up my web browsers and telephone at 10... but i did get to see fenway park covered in snow:
and wally the green monster even came out, and didn't see his shadow. that means this is the year, right?