Spring Training // The sunburnt, the migratory, the die-hard, the young, the old

Spring training has always seemed to me this great joining of the young and the old—you have the most elderly factions of each fanbase toddling their way out of retirement condos in Florida and Arizona, wearing sun bonnets and thick shades, lightweight track-suit pants in radiant 80-degree heat. Then you have their grandkids, visiting for spring break, half-listening to stories about Mickey Mantle, Roberto Clemente or another player whose name they likely don’t recognize, waiting to get back into some air-conditioned sofa sanctuary, March Madness on the TV.

There’s a tight bond formed at these games, across a normally hard-to-relate age gap that gets fused together in hot plastic seats for five to eight innings, Continue reading “Spring Training // The sunburnt, the migratory, the die-hard, the young, the old”