It means nothing, yet in our thirst for baseball, it is a sip of precious water after winter's desert. It is the joy of the first Spring Training game, digging out your AM radios or logging onto an internet site, hearing Marty's voice for the first time this year, listening to the jingle "The Reds are on the radio" - even the static sounds like fresh spring air. We wake up with a bit more energy, keep one eye on the clock all morning, and feel a little of the weight of life lifted from our shoulders. Though we don our winter coats, we know that warmth is just around the corner.
This year, there is something more - there is a genuine feeling of hope that if the wind blows the right way, the Reds could play baseball in October.
I'm so excited I'm bouncing around in my seat!
___
Commentary on baseball and society, baseball and philosophy, baseball and history, and baseball and baseball.
No comments:
Post a Comment