Call me a pessimist if you want to, but as a Canadian, I rarely put much stock into what the groundhog has to say about early spring. As it stands right now, there are piles of snow outside my door that are as tall as I am, and if the groundhog had said anything other than “six more weeks of winter” back on February 2nd, I’d have called him a furry little liar.
But back on February 2nd, if he’d said the baseball season would start on time, I’d have let myself believe it. Not a single one of us wanted this negotiation to continue into March, and I think that includes both the owners and the players.