“People ask me what I do in the winter when there is no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” Rogers Hornsby
Rogers Hornsby was possibly the greatest shortstop to ever play the game of baseball. Look up his statistics and you will be amazed. A .358 career batting average, 301 homeruns, 2,930 hits while manning the second most demanding position on the field behind the catcher.
Hornsby quote from above reminds us how important baseball is. For those of you living in California or Arizona will state that you can play all year round and never take a break but for those who see snowfall during the winter, spring represents that new life where baseball can be played once again.
Well, summer is around the corner. Hope will spread across these fifty states and t shirts and ball caps will once again be donned.
Baseball is one of those weird sports where you can feel it in the air. You can see it on the grass when the green blades sprout from their winter hibernation and lawns need to be mowed once again. Water is needed on the dirt and those puddles of rain have disappeared.
The countdown from the last out of the World Series has now reached zero and it is time to settle in for another summer.
For those baseball fanatics out there – you know this feeling. A feeling where all is right in the world when you can look forward to a game tonight at seven o’clock. You know that sometime during the week that there will be a day game that will be on when you get off school or skip work.
You know that Saturday’s might be filled with a day at the park followed by pizza and a game at home.
The disconnected winter is over. We do not need to look out the window and wait. Hope has returned with grass. Uniforms are clean and new and waiting to get dirty. Lawn chairs are pulled out of the garage and blankets are thrown into the back of the car.
Summer is here – Baseball is back – life is good.
Mr. Hornsby – I hope you are happy up there.