{"id":726,"date":"2016-04-11T13:18:26","date_gmt":"2016-04-11T17:18:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=726"},"modified":"2016-04-11T13:18:26","modified_gmt":"2016-04-11T17:18:26","slug":"opening-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=726","title":{"rendered":"Opening Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

Baseball’s back, it’s truly spring.
\nCrack of bat and fastball zing.
\nDiamond dirt and outfield green.
\nIt’s a time-remembered scene.
\nPleasant memories of youth.
\nHouse of David. House of Ruth.
\nGround out, pop-up, long fly ball.
\nIn the stands or off the wall.
\nCalled third strike right on the black.
\nThree-oh green light, back, back, back.
\nBullpen up and working hard.
\nCan they keep him in the yard?
\nRookies, vets and walk-off hits.
\nKnucklers and big catcher’s mitts.
\nBatter’s up and life is good.
\nHear that horsehide meet that wood!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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