The best thing about the major league season are games which are, in and of themselves, meaningless. Wednesday night tilts between teams only marginally in contention, about 17,000 fans enjoying a beer and a game on a nice summer night. We can enjoy them for their own sake without worrying about WHAT IT ALL MEANS, and go to sleep most nights without thinking about difficult things which angry up the blood.
Spring training reporting is a lot like that inasmuch as it is the season when articles that kind of meander around fifteen different subjects and make no real points start popping up everywhere. Reporters are crawling around spring training trying to get their sea legs back and find something to write about, and no matter how silly the results, I always find enjoyment in them, especially at the end of a week like the one we’ve just had.
The Mets are going to win the World Series because their pitchers like to play golf together? Great. Bring me more. Some guy has four different gloves he’s breaking in? Can’t get enough. There will be dozens of these kinds of stories over the next few weeks, and I’ll enjoy every single one of them no matter how silly they are.
I like important stuff just as much as the next guy, but please, for a little while, deliver us from meaning, baseball. That’s your greatest glory, and we thank you for it very, very much.