ON DECK: Bittersweet November
The last day of the World Series is a bittersweet one for me.
I love baseball more than any other sport. I love watching it, talking about it and especially playing it.
So when that final out is recorded every October, my stomach sinks just a bit. Five long months until pitchers and catchers.
There's a few things I think will help alleviate the pain this year. I'll be here in beautiful Yuma instead of damp, cold Seattle (where it's currently 49 degrees).
Proximity to spring training is a plus, only being three hours away I'll be able to get my fix in March.
Plus the World Baseball Classic is back, giving me somewhat meaningful baseball a whole month early.
But despite all the things I tell myself, it's still going to feel like an eternity. The winter meetings are just that, meetings. I want to see players, box scores and green grass.
But until all of that comes, I'll be sitting at my window waiting patiently for the perfect game to return.