That may be one of the most beautiful phrases in the English language.
It means that some day maybe the snow will melt. And even if it doesn’t in a few short weeks there will be men in Wrigley Field playing ball. They may be knee deep in snow but that is not my problem since I will be watching from the comfort of my living room.
So this is it. The Cubs pitchers and catchers report today, the Red Sox report on the 19th. And I don’t really care about any of the other teams.
Here are a few random thoughts and quotes:
I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.
A. Bartlett Giamatti
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
And Ernie Banks
We got green grass, we got blue sky. Let’s play two.
Finally Annie Savoy