“Pitchers and Catchers Report for Duty” Day! Seriously, did you think this was gonna be a post about Valentine’s Day?
Well, maybe it is.
There might be snow on the ground, but starting tomorrow, the Port Authority’s going to smell a little less like pee and a bit more like spring.
Pitchers and Catchers report for duty! Their first workout is scheduled for Tuesday. Oh, and the rest of the guys? They show up on the 19th.
Mark your calendars, get out your tiny pencils and start scoring. If you need me, I’ll be holding vigil outside of Modell’s until the new Eric Chavez Yankees shirt comes out.
With Chicago looking in the face of another snow storm on the day that I’m about to fly out to New York, which is facing a snow storm as well, my thoughts gleefully turn to Spring Training. If not, I might lunge at the next girl I see in a skirt and Uggs. (Ladies! No! Stop it!)
1. Jose Reyes reported for Spring Training this week saying, “I’ll be ready in 2010. Be there, it’s going to be a show.” I’m sorry, Jose. If you make it out of Spring Training in one piece, that will be the real show. I’ve heard of fragile, but you make Laura from “The Glass Menagerie” look like Cal Ripken Jr.
2. The Johnny Damon sweepstakes continues with the Chicago White Sox and the Detroit Tigers as the last teams standing. Really, guys? Isn’t the object to go younger? (I read “Money Ball”!) Don’t go over paying for that business. Johnny Damon is 37 years old. I’ve got two words for you, “Mo” and “Vaughn”. Now call Steve Phillips and see how that worked out. (Go ahead. What’s he doing now?)
3. The Chicago Cubs are receiving a new Spring Training facility in Arizona in order to keep them from jumping to The Grapefruit League. Yeah, who needs the challenge of facing the competitive American League East when you can have a new hot tub? Meh, whatever.
My final thoughts on some recent stories from the winter:
1. Frank Thomas announced his retirement at US Cellular Field. That must have been pretty tough, considering how lousy he was treated by the White Sox toward the end. Frank Thomas was easily one of the better right-handed hitters of recent and he did it on his own accord (you can tell by the amount of injuries he sustained). Frank, we in Chicago still recognize you as the class act that you are and hope to one day see you in Cooperstown.
2. Speaking of…Robbie Alomar missed the HOF on the first ballot and folks are up in arms. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, check out the New York Mets official home page on Facebook. I have to admit. I agree whole-heartedly with that writer. Why should Robbie Alomar be a first ballot Hall of Famer? Isn’t character one of the qualities that need to be judged? Are you telling me that he’s of the same caliber as Ripken or Sandberg? Get real. Yes, he was one of the better 2nd basemen in the game but he was classless and easily phoned it in during those final playing years. I don’t know. I’m not saying he doesn’t belong there. I’m just saying, that he needs to do some time on the bench…for once.
“People ask me what I do in the winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.“
It’s just about three weeks until Spring Training and I’ve been thinking. Last season stunk. I got my heart stamped on until it bled by a jerk who trashed my Fantasy Baseball League. Why? I’ll never know. Nor do I even care to know any more. I broke down hysterically crying when games were on. I vowed to never play Fantasy Baseball again. I rooted for the Yankees for Christ Sake. This all seems a little funny now, but at the time, he shattered everything I ever loved.
As the 201o Baseball season approaches, I look upon it with trepidation. Am I ready for this again? A winter is long, especially in Chicago. It gives you a lot of time to think. I finally started to heal, but is everything that comes along with the 2010 Baseball season going to be a vicious reminder?
The reason why I started this blog? Well, he got a big ‘ol career shifting gig. Ugh. He’s off on a cruise ship for three months, as I freeze here in the Windy City. It only goes to show that nice guys finish last, often.
So, what do I do now? Do I bury myself? Or do I stare out the window for the spring? If I open myself up to hope , will I open myself up to my own championship season? Or will I be a basket case by the seventh inning…again?
There’s one thing I never tolerated about Cubs fans (or Red Sox fans for that case until 2004), and that’s volunteered victimization. So, I guess I answered my own question. Maybe, it’s time for him to be the Wally Pipp to my Lou Gehrig.
Maybe I’ll even play Fantasy Baseball again. I won’t be Commissioner though. That’s how I got in trouble last time.
I even hope he has fun on the boat, especially when they dock in Haiti. (Too soon?)