There has always been an emotional tie between me and my dad with the New York Mets. He would always stay in Port Saint Lucie for a month during spring training and go to all of their home games. One year I went to visit and we went to a few games together. But something happened during those games that leaves me so emotional, I am not able to watch them.
There are a few things that mean Spring is about to be here. Seeing a flower poke through the ground, the Sun being up past 5 pm and maybe my favorite early warning of Spring Pitchers and Catchers reporting for Baseball!