It’s official. I have spring fever. The first Mariners Spring Training game was on Sunday. I turned on ESPN radio at 12:05 and heard Erik Bedard immediately strike out two batters and get the third to ground out. He was locating his pitches. I started having dreams of a Felix-Bedard one-two punch at the top of the rotation. I started thinking “well, maybe we’ll actually be good this season.”
The Mariners are like a bad boyfriend. I know they’re just going to break my heart come the All-Star break. They haven’t gone to the playoffs for ten years. And yet I keep coming back year after year. Just to get my heart ripped out of my chest and stomped on by poor offense, shaky relief pitching, and star players who abruptly retire in the middle of the year (ahem, Griffey). Yet still, Spring Training takes me in and captures my heart. I find myself full of hope. Summer’s just around the corner, and maybe my summer nights will be filled with the sweet sound of Mariners victories.
Sigh. A girl can dream, right?