Can you smell that? It's the fresh cut grass. As the blades exit the rotary motor and head into the air, the smell they provide is a familiar one. A diamond is being cut, molded if you will, into the most precious gem of them all: a baseball diamond. Diamonds worn on fingers are said to be forever. Well, you can't say that anymore, with a divorce rate over 50 percent. Let's face it: As long as Hollywood remains on the map, precious stones representing relationships will never be forever. 

But the diamond made of grass, dirt, clay, chalk and warning track does stand the test of time. You think the ladies that are die-hard Yankees fans are going to go nuts over a little ring? When the diamond made of the aforementioned products of the earth presents itself every afternoon and night for the better part of eight months, that will drive their passion more than a sparkling rock ever will. Go on Twitter right now and read some comments from the lovely ladies that are Yankees fans. 

Right now, the baseball gods are on bended knee, and tomorrow they will once again present a diamond that will never sour. A diamond that keeps coming back anew every single February. This year, it's landing on the day that means the most to lovely ladies world wide: Valentine's Day, the day Cupid's arrow usually points itself at that special someone and begins a love affair, or helps one continue to flourish. 

This year though, Cupid will be shoved to the side. Hallmark doesn't stand a chance. Husbands and boyfriends, you don't have a shot. The new men in the life of your women are the same as the ones you see them talking to on Twitter all year long. 

Instead of reading sappy cards of love, these lovely ladies will be drooling over a copy of the New York Post, begging Joel Sherman for more. They will crash the Daily News website, just to read Mark Feinsand and Anthony McCarron over and over and over again. Marc Carig will have to quintuple his blog output. Bryan Hoch will have to once again paint a glorious picture of Tampa for all who can't make it down to the spring home of their beloved Bombers. Ben Shpigel of The New York Times, Pete Caldera of the Record, and Sweeny Murti, of course, of WFAN fame: These are the men that will take care of your women for the next eight months. The focus will be all on them. 

Guys, all the arrow tips in Cupid's satchel this season will be adorned with the interlocking N-Y. Ladies, the diamond that lasts forever is back once again, and it all gets underway tomorrow.