"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall all alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops." (A. Bartlett Giamatti)
At last, Opening Day. Another 162; we'll just try to remember to enjoy each and every one.
Also, the World Series parade down Pennsylvania Ave. is gonna be glorious.