This weekend is when we all spring forward for daylight savings. This time of the year evokes pretty strong emotions for me. I am already excited for the upcoming season of Major League Baseball. I have been a Seattle Mariners fan for as long as I can remember and they look promising this year in the Cactus League games.
More directly, though, I am whisked back to my own (albeit much too short) baseball career. Up until daylight savings it gets dark before most people get out of school and work and in Little League baseball we didn’t get the pleasure of practicing under the lights. This meant no regular practice until the sun stays up a little longer. So, for me as a young kid daylight savings time meant getting back out on the diamond for one more year. I was never a great player, sometimes a good player, but I have always loved baseball in a way I can’t explain. Playing on my Little League teams and helping my dad with my brother’s teams are definitely a spring time activity I miss dearly. While I am getting a little nostaligic here, this time of year is about hope and the promise of a better time to come.