Friday, February 12, 2010
There may still be enough snow in the garden in front of my apartment to contemplate building Calvin-style snow sculptures, but today from Boston leaves a vehicle that, like the return of the robin, promises the onset of spring. "Truck Day": two simple words that promise the arrival of days when the sun's light provides more than a mockery of warmth, when the touch of the breeze no longer feels like an icy assault, when the stark skeletal growth of trees softens under a bower of green. But most important, Truck Day means Pitchers and Catchers, and Pitchers and Catchers means Spring Training, and Spring Training means Baseball. Sweet, sweet baseball. Your return cannot come soon enough, I promise.