Dual season kicks off in earnest tonight and those fn pieces of shit from Tussey Mountain are in town. If these kids want to show their collective conjones, they'd roll the mats outside where the wind is ripping and howling and it is currently 23°F. I suspect the real feel is somewhere between "this sucks" and "f this."
I keep telling myself the snow is nice and pitchers and catchers report in like 40 days.