Opening Day is this week, and it’s the best day of the year.
I think Opening Day is a lot like waking up in the morning. It’s peaceful but also exciting and nerve-wracking – you don’t exactly know what the day has in store for you. The storylines haven’t been written yet, all the teams are even – for baseball fans, the season is in front of us, not behind us. It’s a tabala rassa, a clean slate.
For me, waiting is the hardest part. The offseason is long, tiresome, and grueling. Life without baseball is just different. The talk of the off season is not on the games, but on more inane things like steroids and Hall of Fame voting.
Much has been written on the beauty of Opening Day – how it corresponds with the start of spring, the innocence of summer, things like that. George Carlin sums it up pretty well: Baseball begins in the spring, the season of new life.* One of the coolest experiences of my life was attending Opening Day at Yankee Stadium in 2007 (and then skipping school to attend the next year; unfortunately, that game was rained out).
*Football, of course, begins in the fall, when everything is dying.
I’ve watched hundreds, probably thousands, of baseball games in my life, but Opening Day will never get old. Play ball.
The blog will be taking a short break as I do some traveling for my mid-semester break. Life has been pretty crazy over the last few weeks, and I will update you all when I return.