You know what? Aren’t you tired of being cynical? I am, even if the logical part of my brain knows, just knows, that this is the way of the world. Dan Secatore put words to something that I’d already been feeling, as I’ve watched the early signs of spring—pussy willows in bloom, noticeably longer days, pitchers and catchers reporting, my birthday drawing ever closer: we are programmed to feel optimistic at this time of year, and baseball is the only sport that legitimately taps into that.
You may not know this about me, but I’m actually an incurable optimist.