Most of the comments that followed below were made by people in Arizona who felt compelled to tell me how warm it was there, one posted a weather-report graphic from her cell phone showing that it was 73 degrees in Scottsdale, another mentioned that there were 76 days until spring and my uncle Joe, said, "I like photos of snow. I played golf in short sleeves two days ago." My friend Howard Hart, a long-time Orioles beer vendor was the one person from Baltimore to leave a comment. Howard told a story about a friend of his who was "very near death [with] pancreatic cancer. Stretched out on a Lazy Boy chair, eyes mostly closed in a period of transition." Former Orioles outfielder Paul Blair, who died just a week before, was mentioned, momentarily reviving the dying man who said, "Weren't we lucky to see him," sparking a conversation about Blair's "speed, his glove and his contribution to Baltimore baseball lore… For almost half an hour there was a respite from the smothering specter of death." All of this was written in the comments section under my photo, touching on recurring themes that arise during the off-season. Every winter it seems one old ballplayer or another dies during the off season and later we take account of who's still around on Opening Day. Last year it was Earl Weaver who died of a heart attack while at sea aboard an Orioles fantasy cruise ship on January 19, on the eve of the team's annual Fanfest, turning the event into a huge memorial ceremony. Many of those in attendance walked over to the sculpture garden at Oriole Park to pay their respects and leave offerings at the feet of Weavers' statue, only recently installed during the magical baseball season just past.