Only 14 days until pitchers and catchers report.
I'm no Cubs fan, but I'm thinking of dropping by to a few games just to make Phillip Johnson envy me. Their spring training site is down the street from me. If Johnson were so lucky to attend Andy Jackson's church, he could wrap up the late service and still be in his seat for a 1 p.m. Sunday game.
I don't know what it is about spring training baseball, but I almost prefer to the real season. It's baseball, I don't stress out about winning, and March weather is idyllic in Arizona. It's sort of like God's reprieve for the American sports fan.