I love baseball's Spring Training, both what it is but also what it represents. Yes, I'm an obsessive-compulsive Red Sox fan, and I love to follow the evolution of my team and the associated cast of characters. But Spring Training comes to Maine at just the right time. The truck leaving Fenway and the official reporting date for pitchers and catchers are my Groundhog Days. These markers give me a sense of optimism that the long Maine winter will soon come to an end and remind me that our academic year is winding down. During the Long Period of Suffering, the spring games represented a new beginning and provided a reason to believe that this would finally be the season. Now, as two-time champions, I've replaced my bizarre rituals, which were necessary for Sox victories, with confidence and the chance to legitimately needle insufferable Yankee fans like President Mills and Professor Coviello.
When the Red Sox and Yankees finally take the field on April 4 for Opening Day, spring will have arrived in Maine and the summer will quickly follow, but in the interim, I will have enjoyed a Spring Training induced renewal.
Posted February 25, 2010