It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.
-- A. Bartlett Giamatti, "The Green Fields of the Mind"From the cold gray-brown Northeast, I flew to Florida for a Spring Training spring break and wasted no time enjoying the warm sunshine. From the plane to the car to the ballpark -- no dragging my feet. Beneath a blue sky and upon a green field, a touch of summer under the Florida sun.