In a few hours, the minds of thousands of sportsfans will be averted to one truth that not even Puxatawny Bill can tell us: Spring is truly here. Pitchers and catchers report tomorrow and for many that means baseball season is here.
This is the time that the days become hotter and the sun gets brighter. This is where all the dreams happen. Florida and Arizona become the two hotspots for vacationers and baseball buffs alike.
Where else can you see the stars of today and tomorrow performing under one roof. Ready to see the next David Wright? Show up to Port St. Lucie.
As the days get longer and the sun beams down harder, the world's landscape will start changing as summer begets us yet another chance for us to root for our team.
Something else crazy happens: HOPE.
Four letters can mean so much to all. Here are my top ten hopes for this coming season:
1. I hope that Roger Clemens goes to Boston or Houston.
2. I hope that the Mets pitchers realize their potential.
3. I hope that Barry gets booed when he hits number 755.
4. I hope that Sammy Sosa will vanish into thin air.
5. I hope that every team is healthy and that injuries do not kill a team's season.
6. I hope that Randy Johnson flourishes in Arizona.
7. I hope that the MVP of the NL will be playing in Shea.
8. I hope that the Cubs do well this year.
9. I hope that the Yankees lose in heartbreaking fashion.
10. AND OF COURSE I HOPE THAT THE METS WIN THE THE WORLD SERIES!

Drab, I know, but still you have to contain ur excitement on paper, somehow!