Spring Training 2006
Take me out to the ballgame, please. Take me out with the crowd, all smiles in their T-shirts and shorts while I'm still wielding a snow shovel. You don't even have to buy me the peanuts and Cracker Jack. Just get me on a plane and head south.
Once you go to Florida or Arizona for spring training, you won't care if you ever get back. You will root, root for the home team, but if they don't win, so what! You'll be in the sun, paying minor league prices, enjoying the refreshing beverage of your ...
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