Morning, Birdland!
It’s Groundhog Day. For most people outside of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, that means absolutely nothing. Whether or not a rodent sees his or her shadow will not have any barring on how soon spring will arrive. I mean, that would be ridiculous.
But you know what will? Baseball.
Forget calendars and the orbit of earth and junk like that. Baseball is the true determining factor in when spring has finally arrived. We know summer is approaching as soon as a beat reporter tweets out a “goofy” picture of themselves on a plane with other beat reporters, or when the Instagram stories of the players now include teammates rather than reluctant family members.