Spring fever. I have it. In spades.
Today, the Brewers’ spring training game was televised on Fox Sports Wisconsin; the weather in Arizona looks amazing right now. It’s bright and sunny and warm, whereas Wisconsin has about three feet of snow on the ground and solid ice on most of the back roads. We have around a month before Opening Day at Fox Cities Stadium and I’m forced to wonder if it’ll even be warm enough to play the game, let alone sit in the stands. This isn’t a problem at Miller Park; there’s a roof there and inclement weather or low temperatures are never a problem. But the Timber Rattlers are a minor league team and a roof on a ballpark like ours is a luxury we can ill afford.
Next month minor league baseball starts up again. Later this month is Opening Day for the Majors. A brand new season for both. I can barely wait.
The Brewers have unfinished business; we were a game away of heading to the World Series–slag you all, you stinking Dodgers!–and we’re wanting more. We want to see our guys get there. And fucking take it all. Because they deserve it.
The last time the Brewers got to the Series was 1982. They lost to the filthy red birds aka the St. Louis Cardinals. Yes, I hate the Cardinals; not necessarily for that but other reasons. Like 2011, for example. (I watched that final NLDS game, saw the last out and burst into tears. Don’t believe me? Prime will vouch for me. I am pretty passionate when it comes to my Brewers.)
Spring training is a bit like a promise to me: it lets me know that winter will eventually end and summer will be here. That the good times will come around again. It’s a reminder that spring is nearly here. It’s a little spot of hope for me, a little something that I look forward o every year.
This one is no exception. Win or lose, through a great season or a mediocre one, rain or shine, I support my guys and I love my Crew.