Pirates-Twins, bottom of second

It was Wordsworth, I think (OK, I just checked on the Internet to make sure) who wrote "Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass. ..."
Isn't that a big part of spring training for many, trying to retrieve that magic of youth, if only for a few fleeting moments?
Over the course of a period of time, the names and faces change. But the game retains its majesty, and the spirit of hope reigns supreme until the teams head north for the cold realities of the season.
For now, it's Jose Bautista scrambling to stop a hot smash by Craig Monroe, scrambling to his feet and throwing to Doug Mientkiewicz at first for another 1-2-3 inning by a guy who didn't know if he'd be on the team when he woke up.