Pitchers and catchers report in 60 days. I really sometimes think I can’t wait. I’ve been excited by the off-season, thinking about what is to come in the great rivalry. My early New Year’s resolution is that I want to be better about respecting the fact that, here, on this site, we are talking with and about people. In lieu of things baseball of which to write, I briefly thought and read about what will happen in 60 days.
Sixty days = 1,440 hours = 86,400 minutes = 5,184,000 seconds
In the next 60 days,
21,180,900 people will be born.
9,531,420 people will die.
Your heart will beat 6,048,000 times.
You will breathe 1,512,000 times.
The rest are averages, U.S.-biased: don’t take it personally if it doesn’t apply.
You will drive 2,000 miles in your car.
You will laugh 1,020 times.
You will throw away 78 pounds of food.
What does this have to do with baseball? Not a thing. There is a lot going on. I don’t pretend to have any clue as to the depth of anyone else’s life. In my mind, baseball should be a refuge from the things that are truly pressing. I hope you feel the same when talking to, and about other people. Soon, we’ll play ball. And it will be good. Off-season’s greetings to you all.