It has never felt like a coincidence to me that the Mets report for spring training right around my birthday. (I turn 32 on Friday.)
But I did wonder exactly how enthused I’d be this year, over past years. Normally, I while away the winter days by playing baseball simulations like Baseball Mogul and Diamond Mind, throw cat toys off the front door I pretend is an outfield wall to see how my cats respond to caroms, and hassle my wife with the details of the hot stove.
This winter, for many reasons, has felt different. So what exactly did it take to get me excited about baseball season?
Really, this. in less than three weeks, the Mets will be on my television again. Shortly thereafter, I’ll be in Port St. Lucie myself, writing about the Mets in person.
Real live baseball. Meanwhile, I think it is time to see how the smaller cat handles the cat toy bouncing around in the right field corner.
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By “the smaller cat,” one presumes you mean the lumbering Lucas Duda.