It looks like a lot of the area will be seeing some rain over the next few days.
I gotta be honest, I’ve never been a big fan of rain.
Yes, it’s necessary for our water cycle.
Plants need the water.
We need the water.
But it’s never been one of may favorite parts of weather.
I think a lot of that stems from growing up playing baseball.
I loved playing baseball.
The clang of the aluminum bat.
The pop of a swiftly caught ball.
The smell of the glove.
To me, there is no better sport to be a part of.
While I’m a fan of many sports, there was always something magical about playing baseball.
I played as well as I could.
I practiced as hard as I could.
And there was nothing like the anticipation of a new game, walking onto the field and waiting to hear the umpire yell, “Play ball!”
But there were days that it rained.
And the game was cancelled.
I hated those days.
More than I could properly describe.
Nothing was worse in my opinion than rain on game day.
Football can be played in the rain.
Soccer can too.
But baseball…not so much.
It’s just not feasible, at least at the Little League level.
So while some folks love the rain, I will always have some disdain for it.
And I think it’s rooted in the way it made me feel when it took away a chance for me to play baseball.
I’d much rather walk outside and recall the umpire yelling “Play ball!” than see rain falling from the sky.