Rogers Hornsby once said: “People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” I know just how he feels. I’m doing the same.
I am looking forward to baseball more than ever before. I streamed Fanfest from sfgiants.com and it made me crave SF Giants baseball. I am beyond ready for Spring Training. Pitchers and catchers report on Valentine’s Day. That’s even better than chocolates.
I spent the winter watching politics, and folks–that is an unholy bloodsport.
When the season starts I don’t want to hear another word about voter fraud, Russian hackers, crowd size comparisons, alternative facts (although I’ve thought of about a million ways we can use them) or that damn border wall. I can’t wait for good old American baseball. It’s the cure for what ails us.
Unfortunately, this past election has divided houses, families, communities, states, ethnic groups and an entire country. Baseball is different. In baseball the only thing we hate are our rivals–like the Dodgers–but that’s never divided us, it’s just good-natured fun. The Dodgers are the team we love to hate, but some of us have found ourselves at the yard sitting next to a Dodger fan, sharing a beer and enjoying their company. Who knew?
I have relatives who are Dodgers fans. It’s true. And we have an ongoing friendly disagreement when it comes to our rivalry. They say something rude about my Giants, I have a nasty rejoinder about the blue crew. It’s just for fun and we usually leave laughing. At least no one has gotten bruised, battered or bloody. So far.
I’m ready to get back to arguing about baseball. Let the politicians eat each other for lunch. With relish.
12 February 2017