Pitchers and Catchers: Hope Springs Eternal
So I kind of stole that title from the Sports Illustrated article I just read about small market teams getting ready to make good on their promise to “wait ‘til next year”. What can I say… it’s been a busy week… and if you’re reading this, that means I most likely know you… and you know better ways to spend your time than to sue my overly inflated ass.
Speaking of which, I’ve been thinking about working out a little more. The family and I are heading to Clearwater in March to watch the Fightins get ready for the 2010 campaign, and I’m just not going to look so great in my thong bikini unless I get crackin’ on those crunches. But that’s the thing about Spring… anything is possible.
To many… and myself… the start of Spring Training always symbolizes the hope for better things around the corner. My mind swings to thoughts of two 30 game winners… maybe a home run record broken… and an unbelievable Phillies season that will certainly end with 130 victories. My heart is bursting with anticipation.
Okay… so none of that will probably happen. But as I look at the grey slushy mess through the gaze of a Fishtown apartment, I can hope. I wonder if, when the clouds part and the snow melts, will Carlos Ruiz hit 30 homers? Will Cole Hamels and Brad Lidge get back to their 2008 forms? Will Roy Halladay live up to the hype and carry the city and the Phils’ pitching staff on his shoulders? Will my son eat his first hot dog? Will I give it back to him within five seconds of it hitting the ground? I can only hope… and it seems like a good time of year to do that.
