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Now that springtime has set in and the trees are starting to sprout leaves, I am excited for all the slowpitch softball I wil be playing very soon.  Nothing says springtime like a good softball game and getting together with your friends for some fun and socializing.  The weather is just about right and the temperature has rose just enough that I can smell that fresh cut grass smell of a softball field permeating throughout my nostrils.  It’s funny how a memory of an event or action can be so closely associated with a smell, but I guess that is the human condition.