Today is a day unlike the other days of the year ….. and for all the good reasons.
It was a little warmer today, with a light persistent drizzle and a sheet of low lying grey clouds.
Couldn’t have been happier.
Today is the one day of the year when hope is renewed, all is fresh in the world, and the start of a new journey begins.
That’s right folks, Opening Day!
The words of no incantation have ever been as magic in what they represent. As John Fogerty said in his song Centerfield:
Well beat the drum, and hold the phone, the sun came out today. We’re born again, there’s new grass on the field.”
Today was our first day back to school from Spring Break, yet especially with the students who were baseball fans, there was not the usual doldrums of returning to school. There just is something different about life when you know the game of baseball has returned, even if you can’t actually see any of the games (being a school teacher, you almost never see opening day because you are in the middle of your early afternoon class at first pitch). Yet, you don’t need to actually see it. You know in your heart that it is there, and that there is something right with the world around you. Somehow while the flowers prepare to blossom and baby animals come out of hibernation, there is another very human sense of renewal in the return of baseball.
Opening Day turned out to be a mixed bag. Mark Buehrle pitched awful, but my White Sox managed to come back and make it a game before the ump absolutely hosed them, perhaps costing them the game. 10-8 loss to Cleveland after putting the Cy Young award winner, C C Sabathia on the ropes. Baseball may be great, but like life, it is not always fair.
In typical Cubs fashion, as White Sox Township prepares to celebrate the “Century of Despair” for the Chicago Cubs, the not-so-Lovable Losers managed to come back and tie it in the bottom of the ninth after their golden boy, Kerry Wood, gave up three runs in the top of the ninth, only to see the Brewers come back and win it in extra innings, sending many drunk yuppies into the streets of Wrigleyville depressed.
Ah, baseball. It is so good to have you back.