JACKSON, WY. (JHYB)
By Chris Moulder
January and February, the two months of the year that tend to feel as though they will never end. March however, not only brings with it the anticipation of snows receding to reveal brownish dormant grass, tulips and crocuses poking their heads up in search of the warming glow of longer sunlit hours but as well, the young of Jackson Hole also come out of their dens in a dull, post-hibernation like trance looking only to feed on baseballs. Along with these sleepy, boys of summer, are the parents and fans looking for breaks in the weather as well as glimpses in each other eager to start the dialogue necessary to forge in their minds the potential of the impending season.