Yesterday was the official start of the baseball season for my beloved Pittsburgh Pirates. It officially feels like Spring to me. It helps that the flowers are beginning to peak out of the dirt and the temperatures are above freezing. Oh, and it’s raining.
I’m excited about the baseball season, even though the Pirates haven’t had a season in which they won more games than the lost in fifteen years (half my life!). For one, they won a crazy wild game last night against the Braves 12-11. More importantly, it gives my Dad and I something to talk about on the phone.
This will be the first baseball season since my Grandma passed away. She became a Pirates fan later in life and knew the players better than I! Honestly. I’m not just talking about the stars. She knew the guys that rarely played, the guys that rode the pine the whole game. I would talk to her on the phone maybe a couple times a month and eventually the topic would always turn to baseball and the Pirates, and her favorites on the team. She always though they were so close to finally be a winning team again.
My Dad sent a nice email to the Pirates about what a big fan my Grandma was and how they had lost such a big fan. They wrote a brief but nice reply. I’m sure we were both thinking about her as we watched the game last night. I’m sure she had a better view than we had.
So for at least a day, the Pirates have a winning record. Maybe this is the year Grandma.