Belated Happy Opening Day!
I can’t believe I forgot to write about Opening Day. While I don’t subscribe to “the Church of Baseball” (O.K. you know the drill. Name the movie the quote is from and you choose a topic), I do love baseball.
And I love my Yankees. I spent yesterday, in agony, watching the Orioles slaughter the Yankees. It was painful. But it’s only April and we have ages until October. Things will get better.
I’m taking it as a good omen that Jeter had the first hit in the new stadium. I feel good about it. Although my brother keeps reminding me it was the first “unofficial” hit of the stadium. But as my mom said, “I’m sure, by the grace of God, he’ll have the first official hit as well.” We’ll have to wait for the home opener on April 16 to see.
I won’t subject you all to a rant about why I love baseball. I’ve already written about that. But Opening Day is special. On my Facebook main page on Monday, almost all my friends had the same status update: “Happy Opening Day!”
I think it's because Opening Day means spring (and summer!) is near. How far away can warm weather be if Andy Pettitte is pitching and Hideki Matsui is hitting home runs?
But beyond that, baseball is one of the few things that still unites us as Americans. Yes, I have a t-shirt that says “Real Women Don’t Date Red Sox Fans,” but it’s all in good fun. Some of my friends are Red Sox fans; we just don’t talk in October. Just kidding. Baseball gives us something to talk about around the watercooler.
And this year, its offering us an escape from all the bad news we read everyday. Because, really, would you rather watch the news or see Bobby Abreu hit one out of the park?
So happy belated Opening Day everyone.