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Few things make me happier in the dead of winter than reading this phrase in the sports section: pitchers and catchers report. It’s spring training time and despite the steroids and the gross imbalance of power in the sport, I still love baseball. The snap of a fastball in a catcher’s mitt. The crack of a bat. The deli mustard on an all-beef frank. The drunk behind me who won’t stop harassing the Nats’ left fielder.

Now there’s a blog dedicated to exploring food at the ballpark:

On the non-baseball front: