After the winter we’ve been having, this would be the perfect year to be going to spring training, but I’m not. I’m staying back home in the midwest, watching as the ice and snow slowly melt away and preparing to watch a lot of basketball in the coming weeks.
At the same time, with opening day barely a month away, I can’t help but let my thoughts drift south to green grass, the smell of a new ball glove and the crack of bats from the cages and the practice fields. This is without question, the best month in sports.
In the coming weeks, we will live and die with our college teams as they fight to get into the NCAA tournament, or battle through each round of the tourney in search of the elusive national title.
We’ll raise our expectations and hopes for our baseball teams that really don’t have a chance, but hey it’s spring and that rookie sure looks good at second base and this is the year our veteran starting pitcher who’s never been more than a .500 pitcher is going to have that breakout season on the hill.
Many of us will listen closely to analysts as they try and tell us who is going to be our favorite NFL’s teams top pick in the upcoming draft and we’ll lament the release of a veteran player who’d been one of our favorites.
Yes, flowers will start popping up and trees will have buds on them getting ready to bust out and just like the crocus that blooms when there’s still snow on the ground, we each believe that this is the year for us and our team. Considering the hard winter most of us have experienced and the hard economic times that have met many across this country, it’s a great time to see spring and all the hope it brings with it.
You see, I’m a glass half full kind of guy. Even when the facts are pointing elsewhere, I have to believe my team is going to be better, my life is going to be better. That’s who we are as Americans. Eternal optimists. Even when our politicians are taking a dump on us, I can always find hope in sports and in spring.


