Pitchers and catchers report to Major League training camps in Florida and Arizona this week, an event fans of the Grand Old Game have looked forward to from the day after Madison Bumgarner & Associates put an end to the Kansas City Royals’ hopes in late October. But my friend Pete, who lives in Southern New Hampshire and is a serious Red Sox fan, is having trouble squaring this blessed event with what he is seeing outside of his living room window.
Apparently Opening Day in Fenway can get underway just as soon as the snow-plows clear the field. And what’s this about salting the baselines? I don’t believe this has ever happened before. Nor has the Sawks’ equipment manager ever before had to issue parkas and snow shoes.
Keep shoveling, Pete. Spring will come, even to Fenway. (Easy enough for me to say from Tampa, where the current temperature is 71 degrees, and snow-jobs come mostly from politicians.)
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