Sunday was my favorite kind of day, the kind where I got to do what I do best.
I was sitting around being lazy, reading the newspaper and playing around on the computer. I read about the Cleveland Indians and the excitement that abounds as the team prepares for the upcoming season in Goodyear, Ariz.
I read a story about young third baseman Lonnie Chisenhall and how he doesn't have to worry about someone taking his position this spring. The third base job is his to lose. Then there was a story about pitcher Carlos Carrasco and his journey back from elbow surgery that sidelined him two years ago, and how he is throwing the ball better than ever and is ready to compete for the fifth spot in the rotation with Trevor Bauer, Scott Kazmir, Daisuke Matsuzaka, Corey Kluber and David Huff.
Kazmir and Matsuzaka are veterans who are trying to revive their careers after injuries as well. If either, or both, get back to the level they were at prior to their injuries, the Indians could have struck gold. It wasn't too long ago that Kazmir was the ace of the Tampa Bay staff, while Dice K (Matsuzaka) was a Tribe killer during the Red Sox' run to two World Series pennants under the guidance of the Indians' new manager Terry Francona.
Bauer is the kid the Indians acquired in the trade of Shin-Soo Choo, while Kluber had a cup of coffee in Cleveland last summer, and Huff is one of those underachieving left-handers whose talent makes him hard to get rid of.
Spring training is a great time of year. Every pitcher has the potential to be a Cy Young winner, while every hitter's swing is as sweet tupelo honey, to borrow a phrase from Van Morrison.
While I was reading the paper, I got a phone call from my youngest son, who is on a soul-searching trip across the country.
"Dad, you'll never guess where I am," he said with great enthusiasm.
Knowing he was heading west from his last stop in New Mexico, I guessed the Grand Canyon.
I was close.
Then he says, "I'm standing on a corner in Winslow, Ariz. It's such a fine sight to see."
He was living one of my favorite Eagles songs, and he felt he had to share the experience.
I had watched the two-part "History of the Eagles" on Showtime this weekend and learned that Jackson Browne co-wrote the song "Take it Easy" with Glenn Frey of the Eagles, who turned it into a mega-hit when they released their first album in 1972.
Browne had started the song but was stuck on the first verse. Frey added the line about standing on a corner in Winslow, and the rest is history.
Then, as I started to write this piece, while listening to '70s on 7' on XM, sure enough, "Take it Easy" came on. That song will never be the same to me.