
It’s February in Pennsylvania, which means we’re alternating between cold and icy, cold and muddy, and just plain cold. Oh we get theoccasional spring tease, when temps spike up to the mid-40s, but thoseare quickly gone.
Now granted, it’s not New England, which just got another foot ofsnow, but it’s still miserable enough to get me looking forward tospring. And spring naturally gets me thinking about baseball, and thenine-ticket plan I just bought to see the Lehigh Valley IronPigs play.

