Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Ol’ Robbo was able to get out for his accustomed lunch time walk today after being denied such pleasure earlier this week due to snow and rain. As I hoofed along, it seemed to me that there was a faint but real hint that spring might not be all that far off. You know how round about the second half of August you suddenly realize that the light has changed and that how ever awful summah still is, it is definitely coming to an end? Well, I think I saw the same thing in reverse today. Also, I noticed that people seemed to be moving about with a bit more jauntiness in their step.
Of course, ol’ Robbo is in the Mid-Atlantic. Your mileage may vary depending on where you are, but sooner or later the same sort of thing happens even way up tah Maine. (Mid-June, in fact, according to the Mothe.)
Anyhoo, it was a good feeling. Snowzilla apart, we really haven’t had anything like a nasty winter round here this year, but I can’t remember one I’ve been more eager to get behind me.
Probably a sign of age.
Nonetheless, bring it on.
Oh, and pitchers and catchers report tomorrow. How sweet is that?