I love baseball.
Baseball was and is the very first love of my life.
Spring Training officially begins today, when the first squads begin their work-outs. The Braves report on Valentines’s Day. Maybe that’s a sign.
There is nothing in life more perfect than Spring Training. The sights and sounds of Spring Training are like nothing else in the world. The crowds are small. The park is cozy and personal. You can literally smell the freshly cut grass. You hear the sound of the palm fronds blowing in a gentle breeze that catches the odor of hot dogs. Even on the radio (AM mandatory) you can hear the sound of perfection – a pitched ball smacking a leather mitt. Then there is the sharp sound of a ball as it collides with a wooden bat.
There is nothing more perfect in life.
Warts and all, Major League Baseball is back. The first squads of pitchers and catchers officially report today.
As a kid (until I was pushing 40), this coming weekend would be the one where my family would head to Palm Beach to celebrate my grandfather Froehlich’s birthday and he and my grandmother’s anniversary.
The moment I was out of school I would manage to stretch the week into at least two and maybe a month, every year. I miss it dreadfully. Those were the most wonderful days of my life.
We never know how special something is until it is over.