There's this thing about spring training where, unless you've been anesthetized by Dr. Andrews in the past six months or struck out looking at a fastball to end the previous October, the past is generally ignored.
The past has its place, of course. It sends you to work in a 7-series BMW instead of a Kia rental. It puts you in a prime locker location when you get there. It registers as No. 32 on your back instead of 89.
Beyond that, the past can get you coming and going.
As Oscar Wilde once said, presumably after losing his arbitration hearing, "No man is rich enough to buy back his past."
And some old hardball poet answered, "My past is everything I failed to be."
So, really, there's not much sense going there. Not in February, not when a real at-bat is six weeks away, and certainly not if your team trains in, say, Mesa.