It’s that time of year again and no, I’m talking about your
bi-yearly visit to the dentist, tax time or even an oil change. No, this early
spring when the sun starts to shine a little brighter, each day gets a little
bit longer but most importantly, baseball season has arrived in full fashion.
I spent most of last week in
Phoenix mostly to escape the snowfall of Colorado and grab some sun but I was
also treated to a little of America’s past time. Watching and observing each
inning not only brought me to a perfect and much needed place of relaxation but
brought me to a point of rejuvenation. That’s when I realized that in a place
where so many come to retire, to live out their second lives if you will, while
at the same time many others travel to the vaunted vacation destination in
looks of a second chance themselves.
Rookie ball players come from
around the world in hopes on etching their name in the lineup. In some cases
most players are looking just to sign a contract no matter the price while
others are looking to sign the big deal. Veterans enter the likes of Goodyear
and Phoenix Municipal ballpark in order to give one last shot at a title. No
matter the player, no matter the team, no matter the age, each has spent his
life striving for excellence season after season but it is in spring when every
player still has hope.
Hope also lives in the hearts of
the fans. Each individual fan realist or optimist has a glimmer of hope for the
upcoming season, even if you’re a fan of the Seattle Mariners. They spend their
March afternoons counting each pitch, recording each strike, marking every
error and chalking up every win with a positive attitude.
With opening day tomorrow and each
prayer for a good season in the air from players, managers and fans alike,
April brings a new hope and a new season along with it.