By Ed Piper
Disclaimer: If you abhor the Dodgers, please ignore this post. If you have read this blog for any length of time, you know that the author grew up in L.A./Ventura County, all of it Dodger territory, so you should not be surprised.
I jumped the gun. I saw Thursday afternoon, March 10, while I took photos of the Vikings' home track meet against Saints/OLP, that the Major League Baseball owners and players had come to an agreement on a new five-year CBA (collective bargaining agreement)--much to my amazement.
That night, I told my wife that I was going to drive to Spring Training in Arizona the next morning--after a one-year hiatus due to COVID. (I attended Cactus League games in 2020--a week before Spring Training was shut down due to COVID.)
The reason I say I jumped the gun was, during my weekend in Greater Phoenix/Mesa/Tempe March 11-14, there were no organized full-team workouts until Monday, March 14, when I snapped some shots of my beloved Dodgers in camp and working out.
A younger guy packing a binder of baseball cards to pursue autographs (the kind of guy the players avoid, since they're probably going to sell their autographed cards on eBay), told us about the Padres' Fernando Tatis's broken left wrist. That was just being announced Monday morning.
With that, and a long drive home to San Diego (seven-plus hours) to come, I packed it in at 11 a.m. and headed home. I feel for the Padres, because Tatis is such a talented player--he led the Major Leagues in homers last year with 42, and he is such a draw with his magnetic personality.
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