Roger Angell, and Succeeding Utterly

Teams in Arizona and Florida play with identical rules and before the same sort of audiences, but the two spring flavors are quite different. I don’t understand it. Florida ball seems more citified, hurried and temporary; no matter how rustic the setting, I always have the sense that the regular season impends, and that these humid, sunny afternoons are just postcards, to be landed at later on and then thrown away. Arizona baseball is slower, sweeter and somehow better fixed in memory.

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