Call me crazy, but I don’t look forward to pitchers and catchers. Everyone is in Clearwater gathering information for news articles, notes columns and opinion pieces. Call it jealousy. I call it information envy.
As a blogger, I won't pretend to deal with first-hand sources or file on deadline, but more than any point during the calendar year, I feel like a scoundrel, pilfering information and repackaging it as news. It’s completely unfulfilling, and I’m not doing it this year. There are links on the right if you need them. And during the early workouts, nothing happens anyway. Let's be honest. Players say they're healthy and optimistic, management makes their positive spin and that's pretty much the extent of it.
Usually, off-season oblivion is when Beerleaguer thrives. We’re like bioluminescent fish, mutant creatures lurking in the ocean depths. In winter, we slow our metabolisms and survive on trade gossip and minor league transactions. Then the seasons change and all the tasty plankton heads south to Clearwater.
To make a long story short, a tropical dateline does’t hold a candle to a good, old-fashioned split-squad boxscore, especially when the lineups are filled with chum like Krill Condrey and Protozoa Mazone.