Opening Day is like no other on the calendar and the feeling felt on the first day of a baseball season is hard to explain to those that do not follow the game with the same passion as we have for our entire lives. Baseball begins as winter is coming to an end. There is a feeling of optimism and hope and for one day being able to dream that maybe this season is the season we’ve been waiting for. Baseball is our passion and our pastime. It is the game our grandfather passed down to our father that in turned passed the game down to us. This is the game we debate on the coldest of winter days and cheer on the hottest summer nights. This is the game we all played as children and still follow with the same passion as the 10-year old we haven’t seen in the mirror in more days than we care to remember.
Baseball is full of tradition and characters. Baseball transcends generations and cultures and has broken down barriers. Phrases and words from America’s Pastime are a part of everyday vocabulary and accepted in every walk of life. The books fill our offices, the movies fill our armoires and the names and numbers from the past fill what is left in our memory banks. This is our sport … this is baseball.
“Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back …”
It’s time for baseball. It’s time to root for the Cubs. It is Opening Day …