January is my least favorite month. My work schedule picks up and I find that days go by without me spending more than a few minutes outside. I leave for work in the dark and I drive home in the dark. This week, my daily commute has taken me on Interstate 95 past Citizens Bank Park twice a day.
As I drove home tonight, an optimistic thought crossed my mind as I passed by the ballpark onto the ramp taking me to the Walt Whitman Bridge: It's almost spring. In a few short months, the Phillies will be back and the ballpark will come alive with the sights and sounds of baseball.