Forget the curveball, Ronnie. Give'm the heater!
Opening Day. There aren’t two words in the English language that sound better. It’s the real New Year’s Day. The unofficial beginning of spring. There’s just something about baseball…It’s like James Earl Jones said in that one movie…
Luke… I am your fath-
Wait, wait, that’s not it…
The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again.
So enjoy a few cold ones. Shoot the shit with your neighbors. Make a few meaningless predictions. And then strap it down for game one of 162.
Wait, are there really 162 games!? Screw that…Is American Idol on tonight?
