Spring Training is for Dreamers
by rotobrian
Hope is high at Camelback after the sale of the Dodgers.
The car is humming. The not so sound proof windows whistle as we hurl ourselves 90 miles per hour down the Interstate 8 freeway to Arizona. We’re going to Spring Training. It’s always a welcomed trip; the winter months give way to spring; the frigid cold melts; football passes the baton to baseball. It’s a time of renewal. Hope springs eternal. The slate is cleaned off and even the Pittsburgh Pirates are contenders.
Teams and their fans are raucously chanting some clichéd mantra: “The world is our oyster!” or “This is our year!” or “All we have to do is make the playoffs, then anything is possible!”
In spring, everyone is a champion (speaking of clichés).
But me, I’m more reserved with my expectations. Being a Padre fan, I’ve learned to keep my heart cold and my thoughts grounded. And at this moment, like every year on this long, straight desert road, I can only think about one thing.
