There are few things in sports that I have a more complicated relationship with than Spring Training. Just when you think you can’t take another day of the social isolation, bracing winds, and salt stains that come with winter, there’s Spring Training to give you some hope, to remind you that the world will look and feel radically different in just a matter of weeks. You get to know the new guys, you gawk at the weird haircuts on the vets, you swoon at clips of a uniformed Pedro working with the young pitchers, certain he’s about to turn them into all-stars.