I was driving through Troy on Tuesday afternoon, and the temperature in my car said 56 degrees.

It was sunny. The street was covered in the water of melting snow. And then, because of daylight savings time, the sun stayed in the sky until nearly 7 p.m.

It finally felt like spring was on its way. Spring officially starts on March 21, but for all intents and purposes, yesterday was the first official sign of spring in my mind.

And with that sun and melting snow came the feeling that baseball too, was on its way.

I’m ready. I’ve slept off my Seahawks Super Bowl hangover, and I’m ready to sit back and enjoy summer nights watching whatever games I come across, looking at the box scores and talking about the “next big thing” who is about to be called up.

You should be excited too. I know NFL free agency is awesome, and the NCAA tournament is coming, but there is a lot to be excited about this baseball season for New Yorkers.

The Mets are going to be far more exciting as they continue to assemble a nucleus that could make them contenders for years to come. The Yankees spent the entire GDP of some countries this offseason to give them a chance to get back to the World Series.

And just when I got lost in daydreams about hot dogs, peanuts and cracker jacks, I remembered the impending winter storm.

The winter that just won’t end is set to bring snow and ice to the region throughout Wednesday and Thursday, leading me to wonder if we’ll ever see crisp manicured diamonds and painted fastballs on the outside corner.

Opening day in the U.S. is less than a month away, so I ask, when will it feel like baseball to you?