I try to live and let live with the weather: warm, cold, whatevs = all good.
'Why would you want to live some place without seasons?'
I get it now.
I have never hated a season more than I have hated this winter.
I'm done with winter.
I want warm.
I SAID NOW DAMMIT!
Can the warm be far behind?
(Please say it IS so, Shoeless Joe.)
'Boocock's House of Baseball' (2005)
Boocock is a Babe Ruth hologram based on flickery footage circa 1927. With supporting data points by Jimmy Stewart in ‘Mr. Smith Goes to Washington’ 1939.
and bonus: Yankee fans around NYC recite Walt Whitman's (slightly reworked)
"O Captain! My Captain!" to celebrate Derek Jeter's upcoming last season:
and bonus bonus, Boocock as Jeter: