I lived in Florida for five years and never once attended a spring training game, but have flown here each of the last three years to catch a brief taste of early baseball.

After a long cold(ish) winter, the first glimpse of the green grassy outfield and the ballplayers laughing and working out brings back magic childhood memories. Those memories, of course, are tempered by the guys sitting behind me who talked for four innings about how wine and scotch are made and the histories of Atlantis and Saudi Arabia... I have to wonder why some people bother to come to games at all. 

Game was between the Yanks and Toronto Blue Jays, with the requisite "Oh Canada" and "Star Spangled Banner" sung beforehand. Still seems weird hearing those at a baseball game, kept thinking there should be a Flyers-Canadiens game instead. Also,overheard a beer vendor chastising a Blue Jays fan with: "I don't have any Molsen so quit asking."

Gotta love baseball.