In late winter in Boston, there are days when it's warm enough for the most ambitious to wear shorts while there are still bits of snow on the ground. Yesterday was one of those and it was great (though I was certainly wearing pants). The air had a slight humidity in it that's been absent for months.
On my drive from New York to Boston yesterday, I also had the pleasure of listening to one of those other joyous signs of winter's end: the Mets playing a spring training game! Not only were nearly all the Mets' starters out of commission, playing in the World Baseball Classic, it was a split-squad game, meaning nearly every player was unrecognizable -- even to the announcers. Twice they didn't know who was batting because the players were wearing different numbers than listed in the scorecard. At one point, they said, "We can't see the bullpen from here, but we'll let you know who the new pitcher is as soon as we figure it out." How wonderful.
It got me thinking that we're not that far away from being able to eat fruit other than grapefruit and watch baseball other than the Grapefruit League. And then it snowed an inch or two this morning.
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