I found this poem by accident one spring a few years ago. You should read it. Here.
From a few years ago. Still pertinent. The Phillies are, once again, rebuilding.
I was so pleased when Hobart published this in the middle of the season last year. With pitchers and catchers upon us, I wanted to share it again.
In honor of pitchers and catchers reporting today, I give you 75 of the 350 pictures we took that night.
View the whole set on Flickr, here.
Today our hearts are full of spring. Hopes and expectations advance from the cold winter of our more withdrawn selves and everything is possible, nay, everything is new! The vanquished and the victors each with passions barely bridled step forth to give and to receive; Joy, oh Joy, that wing-ed thing! And wing-ed, with its own wings lending; might we see eternal forms? Today, the ancient tandems torn asunder by the cycling of Demeter reunite in temperate climes. Persephone returns to us, and Proserpina, Roman twin: