Time of the Season
Well it was just Groundhog day, which means major league catchers everywhere are sticking their heads out of their holes. If they see their shadows, that means they report to spring training in two weeks. It's time to dust off the old
"tools of ignorance" and meet up with this year's crop of pitchers so they can scout out all the best titty bars before the rest of the squad shows up.
Baseball is
one friggin' long season! They start getting together in mid February and stay until at least the begining of October. Growing up in Brooklyn, the first day that it was warm enough to play softball was a special day. Kids would show up with their gloves like they were given a secret signal. We would spend the winter playing football and basketball, sometimes shoveling snow off the court first. But the coming of softball would bring the forming of neighborhood teams that would spend lots of time together, at least until the next school year started.
Opening day has always been a special day for me for as far back as I can remember. It's the
real start of the new year, a clean slate when every team is tied for first. The promise of an unknown rookie and the uncertainty of an old timer trying to hang on for one more season.
