Spring training is like nothing else. It is simultaneously magical, meaningless, exciting, quiet, new and familiar — that is if you have gone for 10 or so years in a row as I did prior to the pandemic.
Spring Training & Me
In 2020 I was supposed to fly to Phoenix on March 13th and luckily made the decision not to board the plane or I might have been stuck in Arizona for who knows how long as baseball and the world were shutting down.
2021 did not feel safe to travel or mingle and so I once again skipped my annual spring training ritual, putting my life ahead of the A’s in what can only be described as terrible priorities.