Title: "Opening Day" Summary: Waiting for spring. Notes: Drabble for Marie's challenge. It's the smell he misses most during the long winter months; the scent of freshly mown grass that carries with it the hint of seasons long gone. If he closes his eyes and inhales, he can hear the crack of a bat against a curveball, the roar of the crowd as it goes deep, the euphoria that comes from rounding the bases, finally jogging home. When spring comes, he is renewed, reborn. On the field, glove in hand, cap tugged firmly in place, uniform stained with dirt and sweat, he's a part of history, tradition. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!