It’s the shortest month of the year but it always seems like the longest. Even though we know baseball is just around the corner, a look out the window (yes, snowing here in Boston again) makes it feel very far away. And when the biggest news story is some clown ripping a sleeping woodchuck out of a sound sleep at sunrise to figure when winter will end…yeah it’s a tough month. Because we know winter ends Friday when the equipment trucks head south on I95.
Eight days until pitchers and catchers report. We can make it.
