Winter, mind you, remains a hemorrhoid the size of Montana for all of us, but for those afflicted with "Baseball,'' the snow-riddled, frozen tide has turned.
Hope has arrived.
Spring training has sprung, and that means that on the horizon is a sunny day at Busch Stadium, Wrigley Field or Comiskey Park (I know it's U.S. Cellular Field, but I refuse to call it that), replacing 30-below windchill mornings and salt stains on the cuffs of our slacks.
Those of us who are afflicted with "Baseball" now find our lives are in the midst of a much-needed jump-start, our senses are a little sharper, and our outlooks a little brighter. The tension of four months of throwing snowballs instead of fastballs has come to an end.
If "Baseball" says it's spring, it's spring. I'm going with it.
We are a curious and odd bunch, those of hooked on "Baseball." Truth is, "Baseball" cannot be shaken; there is no cure. Once "Baseball's" hooks are in ...
Hope — silly as it might seem — is all some folks stricken with "Baseball" have. Just ask a Chicago Cubs fan. Those stricken with "Baseball" live for spring training, for it is a sign our nine-month roller-coaster ride of rooting for our favorite team is at the gate. It is a curious time filled with the smell of freshly cut green grass, the sight of five-ounce white spheres whizzing by, and the sound of 34 inches of finely shaved birch colliding with horsehide (I also know baseballs are no longer made of horsehide).
Those of us with "Baseball" have a unique way of looking at life. In a fast-paced world where most people want results 10 minutes ago, we love a game that takes three-plus hours to play. And when it's over, good or bad, it leaves us wanting more.
For those we cheer in "Baseball" — and many times complain about — hope springs eternal these days. Today, every team is in first place; every hitter is batting .350; every pitcher has 20 wins and an earned-run average near my lifetime GPA of 2.00. Reality is a mere six weeks away; these days, there is hope.
Today, no matter what the overpaid weather guy getting five minutes too many on TV tells us, is sunny and warm in Florida and Arizona, where "Baseball" — and spring — have sprung.
It will be that way here, soon.
It must be noted that I am among the many people frustrated by being kicked around by Mother Nature for the past four months, yet I am filled with hope and optimism, knowing "Baseball" has arrived. I know any other surprises Ma Nature has in her holster will only be glancing blows.
Spring is here. Embrace it. It's OK. "Baseball" says so.
Columnist John Marx can be reached at 309-757-8388 or Jmarx@qconline.com.
Today is Wednesday, April 16, the 106th day of 2014. There are 259 days left in the year. 1864 -- 150 years ago: Yesterday some bold thief stole a full bolt of calico from a box in front of Wadsworth's store, where it was on exhibition. 1889 -- 125 years ago: A team belonging to Peter Priese got away from its driver and made a mad run across the Rock Island Bridge. The driver was thrown from his seat but not hurt. 1914 -- 100 years ago: Carlton Taylor was appointed district deputy grand master for the 14th Masonic District of Illinois. 1939 -- 75 years ago: Moline's million dollar municipal airport was dedicated to air transportation and the national defense by Lt. Gov. John Stelle. 1964 -- 50 years ago: THE ARGUS will be election headquarters for Rock Island County tomorrow night, and the public is invited to watch the operation. The closing of the polls at 6 p.m. will mark the start of open house in the newsroom. Visitors will see staff members receiving, tabulating and posting returns. 1989 -- 25 years ago: Few bricks actually tumbled, but no one seemed to mind as about 1,000 people gathered to celebrate the formal start of demolition at the site of a downtown civic center.