Last Saturday was the last day of February.
I live in a state which was recently devastated by ice storms, and it has seemed as though winter will never end.
But Saturday, I turned on the YES Network as the Yankees took on the Twins in a Spring Training Game at George M. Steinbrenner Field in Tampa.
Michael Kay and Ken Singleton let me know that it was 76 degrees. The sun was shining brightly. The stands were almost completely filled with people in short sleeve shirts and shorts. Most of them had on sunglasses.
There were well over 100 players present for both teams. They were young men, in prime physical condition and being paid to be there.
Camera shots picked up swaying palm trees and flowers in bloom.
At one point in the game, Kay and Singleton devoted a substantial part of their commentary, for one inning, to a small boy with a very large ice cream cone.
He had slathered a considerable amount of ice cream on his face and had a small dollop on the bill of his Yankee cap.
It occurred to me that, whether you are 4 years old and care more about the chocolate ice cream, 24 years old and working hard to make a major league team, or 74 years old and wondering what it would have been like to have a shot at the show, there may be no better place to be in the waning days of winter than at a Spring Training game in Florida.