In Boston, it’s snow.
In Port St. Lucie it’s baseballs.
I’m not the kind of baseball fan who eagerly follows Spring Training from the moment pitchers and catchers report. Generally I tune in to the first couple of Grapefruit League games and the realize that non-competitive games are pretty dull and go back into hibernation until Opening Day (that most glorious of days!).
So I was a bit caught off guard to find out that the Mets first Spring Training game is Wednesday 1:1o pm. At least I found out in funny – albeit bittersweet – way from Jason’s post at Faith and Fear in Flushing “The Limits of Prophecy.” At least this Spring Training game is not likely to lead to marital strife, unlike the World-Series-that-never-was (thanks to Yadier Bleeping Molina).
Panorama of the Mountains 