But as each agonizingly slow round passes, my heart will be crushed. The team officials will not agree with my choices. The team will pick the players they want. The choices are backed up by millions of dollars. We are just the fans.
Spring also frees children that have been prisoners of heavy coats and woolen garb.
They will explode into the warm sunshine with screams of happiness and shouts of joy from lips covered in cherry popsicles. The children will feel the promise of a new beginning. They are the only ones that can take full advantage of the promise, still untouched by the cynicism of adulthood. And while they scream and rush around with their limitless energy, I will begin to investigate my fishing equipment inventory. The lures and hooks will be checked.