Opening day in the major league is approached with a level of pomp and circumstance unlike any other sport. Whether it’s a parade through town (Cincinnati) or around the ballpark, each team brings their own history and passion to opening day. Every year at the home opener, the Cardinals, get pulled in by the Budweiser Clydesdales, and there are always first pitches thrown out by hall of famers (doning Cardinals Red suit jackets). This year will be different for Cardinals fans, because long time Cardinals great Stan “the man” Musial will be absent. But, nonetheless, there is a pageantry involved in opening day of the major leagues that is unlike any other sport I know. Opening day ISN’T just any other game, it is special.
Maybe that is why I have always loved baseball so much… the pageantry, the tradition. In baseball, unwritten rules dictate the course of play. Those same unwritten rules dictate how you go about business… who can talk to who, and how you have to say it. It’s the Ivy at Wrigley, the curse of the bambino and the Billy goat. It’s throwing up and in, and breaking up the double play. It’s walk off wins and no-no’s. It’s triple crown winners, and 104 seasons without a championship. It’s numbers on an outfield wall, and on Uniform sleeves. And it’s the hope that this year your team can win it all… maybe just for one day you have that hope… but it’s opening day (week)… so have hope, and enjoy.
-T.O. Signing out