When I was young, I tried to frame time in a way I could handle. Like this: The day after the day after tomorrow, there will be baseball again. Yankees will take the field in the Bronx. And all will be right in my world. Surely I will start sleeping through the night again. I’ll stop clenching my jaw to the point of awful headaches. My house will be clean? Too far. I always go too far.
In celebration of finally reaching the very week that promises opening day, some favorite baseball quotes:
“People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” –Rogers Hornsby
“It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.” – A. Bartlett Giamatti
“So I’m ugly. So what? I never saw anyone hit with his face.” – Yogi Berra
“Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it don’t matter.” –Satchel Paige
“The true harbinger of spring is not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of the bat on the ball.” – Bill Veeck
“Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose–unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.” – Robert Frost
“If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant’s life, she will choose to save the infant’s life without even considering if there is a man on base.” – Dave Barry
Three days and counting. Fa la la la la la la la la.