Pitchers and catchers will report in two weeks or so.
There will be no more tears.
Except in Chicago.
No more floundering for ways to write about how laces blur into a satellite on the journey home.
No more watching Ozzie Smith instruct kids to flip a ball while the San Diego Chicken looks on.
There will be no more evenings lost to condensed games from 1998.
No more bus rides accompanied by old broadcasts, the kind with both Buck and Caray.
No more remembering missed calls from the past:
No more Denkinger; no more tears.
There is more recent news from Kansas City.
And the Nationals’ rotation looks like Atlanta’s staff from 1995.
The kind that makes Washington appear to be unbeatable for 162 games.
But no one has been suspended for violating the PED policy.
And no one has tweaked his elbow lifting a gallon of milk after a year of rehab.
Or started like Tuffy Rhodes, and ended the year below the Mendoza line.
Sometimes, we find, certain players can’t complete throws.
It hardly seems worthwhile to predict the future.
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