I can't wait for beisbol!
Look, I know the Superbowl is this Sunday but I am excited for the baseball season. With apologies to Westy and Dr. Leach (for their beloved Pats pronounced PATES rhymes with gates, are in the big bowl) But the grass is growing and spring will be here soon and pitchers and catchers will be reporting to the warm weather states for the ritual of spring training. My dear friend Westy aka Joseph Patrick Daly commissioned my father to write a baseball poem. Listen to my Pops read the poem below. Listen Here Peeps Play ball The season. It