JUPITER, Fla. — This afternoon, on the eve of report day for St. Louis Cardinals pitchers and catchers, the clubbies continued setting up the clubhouse by hanging jerseys at each locker … with, um, care.
I snapped a picture of the corner awaiting position players when they arrive:
The unopened bags, the anticipation of spring training’s opening, the jerseys hung ever so carefully — why that phrase kept clinking around in my skull all afternoon and the obvious result was — what else? — a poem, starring the local nine and even some of the journalists who cover the club. Here goes.
‘Twas the Night Before Spring Training
‘Twas the night before spring training, when all through the clubhouse
Not a reliever was warming, not even a Motte
The jerseys were hung by their lockers with care,
in hopes that the Cardinals soon would be there.
The baseballs are nestled, all rubbed up with mud,
eager for that whack that smears the signature from Bud.
And Hummel at his keyboard, and I on the blog,
had just sent our stories to beat a deadline slog.
When out on Field 1, there arose such a clatter Continue reading