Two reasons why Spring is my favorite time of year: Baseball and Passover.
(For the non-Jews in the room, substitute Easter for Passover. Same idea).
They both represent the same things:
Renewal.
Regeneration.
For Christians, because it involves the rising of Christ, it’s literally about rebirth.
For Cubs fans, because it involves the rising of Theo Epstein, it’s literally about rebirth.
(And the chances for a miracle are about equal for either.)
Passover/Easter and baseball mean green grass, spring air, the olfactory essence of fresh starts.
Hot Cross Buns, Maror and Matzah, and shelled, salty peanuts. The flavor of potential beginnings.
Can you smell it? Can you taste it?
Hope springs most eternally in the Spring.
Passover is here. Easter is here. Baseball is here. All starting at the same time this year. A magical perfect confluence.
Think about your new beginnings. What you might take up that you’ve been meaning to do.
Pluck that hanging chad of a to-do at the bottom of your list. Go out to a sunny spot, bless it with some of your best thinking, and give it the chance of a new beginning.
Get all Theo Epstein on it and see what happens.
Just remember, Spring planting takes time to grow.
Just ask Theo.
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