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All it takes is one or two really nice days in February to make me yearn for baseball. It isn’t as intense as it once was. As a youngster, I got out my glove and a ball and started playing catch with myself as early as I could. I was a baseball nerd and in February I knew it was time for Spring Training and I started following the results of spring games poring over the newspaper for all the news I could get. There had been offseason trades, and I wanted to learn as early as I could how the traded players were going to fit in with their new teams. It was nice on Sunday and Monday, and I felt those old juices begin to flow.
