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It’s American. It’s apple pie, John Wayne and every other cliché that has come to represent what America regards as its national past time — baseball.

With the warming of the weather and the sunshine cracking through the dismal winter clouds, throngs of fans don their favorite cap, apply sunscreen liberally, grab the kids and head to Doak Field to cheer on the Wolfpack baseball team.

For some, it’s a chance to be with someone special under the warm sun and the fun of the ballpark.

Evan Mullinix, a senior in political science, and Erin Zelezink “try come out to the games a lot” and sit on the grassy hill along the third base line.

Others find the games a great opportunity to spend time with friends and support the team.

Hecklers like Reed Johnson, sophomore in sports management, and Cameron Juice, a senior in parks, recreation and tourism management, make it hard for a visiting pitcher to concentrate on the mound.

Johnson, Juice and their gang of shirtless baseball hooligans shout their qualms with a batter’s batting gloves, the dirt on his pants or the fact that regardless of the assertions by the third base coach that they are in fact “all right,” they are most certainly not and the coach is lying to them.

For the hundreds who cheer on the home team at Doak Field, spring has arrived regardless of the fact the season doesn’t officially begin until next week.