“Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona.” – George F. Will
Baseball is back, and I am happy. Somewhere in the lazy sunshine, major league teams are taking the field for the first games of spring training, and all is right in the world. Who am I kidding, all is not right in the world, but when you need a distraction because the world may be going to Crazyland—and reports are that it may have already boarded the plane—some opt for pictures of cute puppies and others choose a stiff drink, but I prefer baseball.
My team is the St. Louis Cardinals. Tomorrow, 2,685 miles away in Jupiter, Florida, my beloved Redbirds will take on the Miami Marlins for their first game of the new season. It is so far away from my house that it might as well be on the planet, Jupiter, but all I need to know is that baseball has awakened and that a new season is on the way. I love how baseball wakes up with the sun in the early spring, hits its stride in the summer heat, reaches its conclusion in the picturesque fall, and hibernates through the dark winter. So today, as far as I’m concerned, despite the calendar, spring has sprung.
Now truth be told, our mortal enemy, the Chicago Cubs, remains World Series champions, and they have the best lineup in baseball—again. But this is baseball, and hope springs eternal. You just never know what might happen. Heck, listen to me, the Chicago Cubs are reigning World Series champs. It is undeniable that anything is possible.
That anything is possible may be my favorite way that baseball reflects life. So on this glorious weekend, wherever you happen to be in the seasons of life, remember that spring is somewhere in the rotation. Where anything is possible.