Close your eyes.
(Not for too long… or else how will you read this?)
Now, imagine this:
Warm sun. Green grass. The crack of the bat.
An endless supply of Dubble Bubble.
A week from today, pitchers and catchers will be officially walking through the front doors of the Cleveland Indians’ complex in Goodyear, Arizona.
If that baseball thought doesn’t fill you with a sense of warmth and happiness, seek medical help. You may be dead inside.
Regardless of your outlook for Tribe this season, the start of Spring Training signifies all that is right and good about the game of baseball. Hope is tied closely to nearly every club — possibly more than any sport at the start of their respective campaigns.
For fans, it is the calm before the chaotic storm of wild emotions. For players, it is about preparing for a grind like no other.
For managers and coaches, it…
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