Hello grass. Goodbye mud.

Hello field. Goodbye Bacon Field House.

With the exception of those skiers that braved the Foss Hill slopes following recent snowfalls, those yearning for some Cardinal sports have had to go inside this winter.

It is common phenomena on the East Coast, and something we weird Californians have to adapt to. The temperatures drop, and track and field becomes indoor track and field. The fitness
center walls swell with stationary bikers and stair climbers, those who used to be just joggers. Rowers have to settle for machines that only simulate their sport. Frisbee bravados must
test the cold before tossing around the disc.

But now, the bell is ringing for a season-long fire drill, and the doors are being thrown open to let in some fresh air.

The trek from class in Fisk to your Pine St. wood frame will soon be an accidental enhancement to your sports viewing. Baseball players will be taking over Andrus Field. The Center for
the Arts will become the Center for Lacrosse. Getting food at Weshop will warrant a look at Wesleyan rugby tearing up another opponent.

If you thought the Wesleyan sports year ended on Homecoming Weekend, because you’ve never been inside Davenport Gymnasium, the hockey arena, aquatics center, field house, and
of course, never looked at the back page of this paper, then you are in for a rude awakening.

Even if the warm weather still won’t make you a runner, parking your car in the back of Freeman for some cardio work is going to mean a glimpse at the track team–practicing on freshly
cut grass.

If your habitation of Olin Library was disturbed by raucous football games every Sunday, blaring their way through the large windows and into your textbooks, and you welcomed the
removal of the bleachers as a boost to your grades, then let me warn you: baseball fans are louder.

And no one can remove the stone terrace.

Sports are part of the everyday routine in the warmer season, and it is impossible to escape the action. While basketballs bouncing on hardwood floors is a welcome sound every winter,
and the speed of skates on the ice can never be surpassed by track spikes on artificial lanes, no one can deny that when the weather is improved, we all just want to go outside and play.

And let the skiers drive to Vermont.