Opening day has arrived! Baseball begins its 162 game journey to October today and I couldn’t be less excited.
It’s not because I hate baseball, because I don’t. Baseball was the game that got me into sports. Very few things I enjoy more than going to the ballpark with friends and watching dingers while drinking cold brews. Few sounds beat the crack of a bat and the pop of a glove.
But 162 games is a lot of games. Each game takes about three hours. You do the math.
I’m not capable of that kind of commitment.
I grow tired, very quickly, of watching a pitcher talk to his catcher, talk to his coach, scratch his ass, play in the dirt, then throw a pitch which gets fouled off and we have to do it all over again. If I’m at the game it allows me more time to drink and eat hotdogs, for which I am thankful but rarely am I at the game.
Also, I am a Reds fan. This sort of speaks for itself. We are typically 15 games back after the first month so it’s hard for me to get too excited. Opening day is a huge deal in Cincinnati because it’s the only time of the year we are tied for first. Being a Reds fan is like walking through a mine field with a blind fold on. You might make it a few steps but eventually you’re going to get blown to hell.
Maybe this is our year? Probably not, but if it is I won’t know till the All-Star break which is when I typically start to care about baseball. Up to that point I lean heavily on updates from my phone.
I’ll enjoy opening day for what it is, the beginning of Summer. We can all get on board with that. Enjoy opening day everybody and good luck to your team this year. Unless you’re a Cardinals fan.