There aren’t many words that can immediately make me think of bright sunshine on a dreary, rainy Sunday morning.
But there they were on the schedule of today's sporting events: “Roger Dean Stadium, Jupiter, FL, 1:05 PM.”
That's the site of the Washington Nationals’ first spring training game of the year today against the St. Louis Cardinals.
It was only two years ago in a world that feels like it's now thousands of miles away that my cell phone rang. “Hey,” said the voice of my oldest friend Doug from the high temps and humidity of Southern Mississippi, “have you ever wanted to go to spring training?”
Of course I did, as every kid who has ever thrown a baseball or swung a bat wanted to back in the day. But on the spur of the moment, you drive to a fast food joint or head to the grocery store. You don’t just pack up one day and head to West Palm Beach.
But Doug was ready. “I’ve booked the hotel, I’ve gotten a rental car and I’ve got a plane reservation in front of me from Dulles to Charlotte where we can meet, then we’ll fly the rest of the way together,” he said. “All you have to do is say yes.”
He had, in the words of The Godfather, made me an offer I could not refuse.