A. Pitchers and catchers report.
Baseball season is coming - the winter begins to fade and the images of ballplayers jogging on emerald green fields in Florida and Arizona begin to filter into our consciousness again. Major League Baseball has its challenges, to be sure. The current economics essentially doom several franchises to second division finishes. The steroid scandal tarnishes the glowing deeds of recent years and calls into question the records that McGwire, Sosa and Bonds. With each egregious stumble, Commissioner Bud Selig demonstrates that while you can take the boy out of Wisconsin, you can't take the Wisconsin out of the boy.
But still. You see the grass, glistening with dew. You hear the gloves pop. You see the kids, not yet cynical, holding out notebooks for a signature from a hero who may never even see a major league field. You sense that, if the Red Sox and the White Sox can do it, even your Rockies or Devil Rays or Brewers have hope. Even if your hopes have been dashed before, this might be the year. What could be better?
The only thing that remained in Pandora's Box was Hope. And in February and March, Hope gets a furlough.
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