Last weekend was odd. The talk at the market was about the long, lingering winter and how Saturday’s snow would be it’s the last dying gasp. While spring was on everyone’s mind, it seemed an irony to hear so many stories of dying.
This week a friend of mine is in Florida for Spring Training watching his favorite ball players get ready for a brutal 26 weeks season. Over the course of six months his beloved Orioles will play at least 162 games, more if they’re on fire.