42 days until Opening Day.
A weird thing happened on the way to baseball season.
I lost a bit of my love for hockey. Remember how excited I was for its return after the lockout? Remember how I welcomed hockey back like a long lost lover? I feel like I’m watching with half a heart this season. I think I’ve watched one complete game without turning the channel back and forth to something else.
Maybe it’s because this winter has been rough on mentally (it’s just seemed darker, colder and more dreary than most winters in recent memory) I’m looking forward to spring and baseball with a fervor that feels unprecedented. I am longing for baseball. Longing to hear the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, the quiet calmness that comes so often during a game.
I am tired of winter and everything that goes with it and I’m quite sure that’s playing into my feeling tired of hockey. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the game; I just feel weary when watching games lately, like by doing so I’m prolonging winter and everything that comes with it.
I just want baseball season to be here. I want the warmth and the extended daylight that comes during baseball season. I want to watch balls sail out of the park. I want to watch a pitcher’s duel. I want to study statistics and read box scores and agonize over the standings.
I want baseball.