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From the Sidelines

Sports reporter

With the spring sports season just around the corner, I can only think of one thing.

Rain.

I hate rain. It always seemed to occur on a day when I had an important baseball game.

During Little League if I had a game that night and the clouds looked scary that morning, I couldn't even pay attention in class.

Well, not to the teacher anyway.

My eyes were locked on the clouds, just hoping to see a ray of sunlight through the usually ever-increasing grayness.

Sometimes it would pour all day, and even though I knew my game was canceled, I kept hoping the sun would show up and instantly dry the sopping wet field.

More often than not it never happened and the game was kaput.

Then we would make it up and I would either be heading on vacation that week (we planned it because there weren't supposed to be games then) or it would rain again and we would never make it up.

But then there are the perfect days.

The days when the sun is shining as bright as possible, and the breeze is just enough so it's not irritable but makes the beating sun bearable.

The grass is perfectly cut, bright green, and smells fresh.

And of course, the girls from school are at the park in shorts and tanktops. Not that any of us really noticed because, um, we were paying attention to the game.

Those are the days that make baseball, and all spring sports, special.

There are no indoor events, just fresh-air contests that make sitting in an office all day seem OK.

So for all the rainy, dreary, dark days there are this spring, just remember the perfect ones where nothing seems to go wrong.

That is, until you look up and the score is 10-1.

Hey, at least the sun is shining.

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