I get equal parts very nervous and very excited when people rattle off their Spring Training countdowns. (According to a website I recently discovered called www.springtrainingcountdown.com) it’s currently at 40 days, 9 hours, 35 minutes and 25 seconds.)
Excited? Need I say why?
Nervous? Yes, I should probably say why. Why: because time is ticking.
(Incidentally, you should maybe/probably/definitely watch the clip that the above screenshots are from here, because Alice in Wonderland, 2010 version, is one of the most wonderful movies you are ever likely to see in your lifetime. Not to mention, it has provided some pretty good material for my blog.)
To put it frankly, every hour we get closer to Spring Training makes the magic of the offseason-anything-can-happen vibe fade a little. Really, we don’t even need the time and day to tell us that. The Giants management hasn’t been any sort of epitome of subtle and the likelihood is that we’ll be setting up camp in Arizona in a month or so with the guys we have at this moment. They’ve said that.
Which is, of course, not entirely bad. And I am partly excited about this upcoming year. I’m particularly excited to see Freddy Sanchez back in action and Melky Cabrera donning the orange and black and even if it’s not spectacular baseball, it’s baseball. Baseball = good. You knew that.
It’s really the mindset, probably, that’s messing with me. My mindset is still firmly placed in winter (because if I let it move on, hey, I wouldn’t get to make hot chocolate all the time) and the notion of starting the season up again makes me all squirmy and squeamish. Until I convince myself that smoothies are as good as hot chocolate, I will probably not be able to muster an appropriate amount of excitement for Catchers and Pitchers Reportin’ Day.
This is just proof that I almost as bad at being a beginning-of-the-season-fan as I am at being an end-of-the-season-fan.
Offseason of Hope, stay with me a little longer will you?
And bring your buddy Hot Chocolate too, please. He’s rather nice.
p.s. Believe me when I say I was tossing the idea for this blog post around in my head before the Obama/Alice in Wonderland party fiasco hit the news. Which is to say I am either totally a trendsetter or far too obsessed with Tim Burton films. The only thing I’m annoyed with Obama about right now is that I was not invited to aforementioned party.