Spring training

Baseball is back via the rite of passage that is Spring Training.  Dogs are happy, they like to fetch balls.  It is pure joy for a dog to run after a ball.  That same joy transcends baseball lovers when the magical words "pitchers and catcher report" are sated or written.  It is the same kind of glee Magical Mitt, the Republican protector from oven heat from the liberal bastions in the world (lovers of all anti-GOP things), gets when strapping his pooch to the car roof and heading for the Great White North.  Yes, you must be born in the USA, of age and felony free to be the President, but dogs elect to add the "don't strap us to the roof" mandate to the qualifications.  The dogs want to go to Spring Training but the back-seat is the preferred option.  Put Mitt on the roof and ride him to Canada, but not before he suffers defeat at the hands of voters in November.  He, like Google Ricky, is fun to kick around.  Happy Presidents' Day - no mail.