Baseball’s, “Opening Day” has arrived, on the heels of the nastiest U.S. winter in 35 years. As sure as robins flying north and ads popping up from tax preparation firms, the beginning of the Major League Baseball season will always mean the arrival of Spring.
Player contracts have gotten bigger, spawning conversations of, “How much is too much?”, and, “Money has ruined the game”, just as it had so many times before.
Older fans are sure their now-retired heroes were far more gallant and deserving than the spoiled athletes of today, while younger fans just want to know what the score is.
You see, things don’t change as much with baseball as some would have you believe. The names change, the stadiums change, and the prices are too high for a hot dog, no matter which two teams are playing, but this is still just baseball, doing what it has always done.
Kids are certain they’ll catch a foul ball today, umpires are still very obviously biased and blind, and marketing teams are still trying to sell you more ice cream and one more t-shirt.
This is baseball, this is America, and this is what we do.
Whether you watch on television, listen on the radio, or stream online – enjoy your team, and enjoy the season. Spring has arrived, the parking lot attendants are in place, and the lights are all checked and ready. Better weather is coming, new memories will be made, and somewhere along the way another hero will make another bad decision, causing a temporary explosion of outrage until it’s the next guy’s turn.
It’s baseball, and it is what you make of it. Remember games of catch with Dad, Grandpa, or your best friend from 5th Grade. Remember when heroes were heroes, or convince yourself that a new one is forming right before your eyes.
The experience is yours, and that’s all that really matters. Baseball is flawed, baseball is sometimes corrupt, sometimes aggravating, and other times passionate and giving. All of this is because baseball is human, which will always be its best feature.
Here’s to all of you, enjoying all of baseball – sometimes wondering why you do, other times wondering how anyone could not.