Oh, Spring Training. You fantastic (and mostly meaningless) experiment, how we love thee. Upon the close of the MLB season, those of us who never learned how to cope without baseball in our lives tend to sink into an inconsolable depression, and we can only be buoyed by the thought that greener pastures await us in mid-February.
Pitchers and catchers report is in the upper echelon of special phrases, like pizza for breakfast or twelve-day weekend. Even a cursory mention provides a level of joy that brings out the happy kid even the most pessimistic of us.