I'm a baseball fan. Not, sometimes, a fan of MLB, what with their corporate greed, tinkering with rules, video reviews and mound-visit limits. But I do love the game.
Opening Day still engenders the same kind of excitement for me that it did when I was a lad growing up in Kansas. I can still smell the leather of my ball glove as I got it ready for the season. And while I can (and often do) go on and on about my feelings regarding the state of the professional game, the game itself still surprises, enlightens and thrills me as no other sport ever has.
Perhaps it's the timing - baseball, spring, rejuvenation, longer days, summer coming. Perhaps it's a relic of my past when my greatest concern was how the Cardinals did that day. Perhaps it's simply the fact that baseball is still - regardless of level and remuneration (or not) still a game. And still played.
My son pitches for his college team, and this weekend his team travels to AZ. It'll be the first time I've been able to watch him in person since he became a Division 1 athlete/scholar. (Well, we hope about the scholar part!).
Buy me some peanuts and Crackerjack....
From the House Of Strays - we wish you a pleasurable week....
Please enjoy, download, share or ignore this tune from my second CD Up We Go - "I Don't Mind"