It's the first game in a 162 game season that stretches from April to September. In the long run, the Opening Day game means absolutely nothing but every year we look forward to it like it's Christmas Day in April.
Opening Day is by far the best timed start of the season of all of the big four sports. Once football starts, school starts up, summer's ending, it's starting to get cold and you start to realize you'll be shoveling a foot of snow in a month, football season sucks. Contrast that with baseball season and it's getting warmer, you can go outside without being in pain because of the cold, summer and vacations are on the way, baseball season is great.
But nevermind the weather, the one thing that Opening Day brings year after year is: Hope.
During the NFL preseason I point out everything the Giants are doing wrong and what they need to improve on, during Spring Training I look into everything the Yankees are doing well and ignore the bad and then when Opening Day comes, I could almost convince myself that a 162-0 season is possible.
April 6, 2015: The day is here and as I watched the Yankees announce their lineups and the players run on to the field in transported back to the days of being a child and looking at these guys as being giants and gods amongst men. While football may have become the most popular sport in America, it's moments like this that show that baseball really is America's pastime and isn't going anywhere.
Yesterday the Yankees took a beating from the Blue Jays and Tanaka got lit up in the third inning and the Yankees couldn't hit water if they fell out of boat. The Mets on the other hand took down the much praised Nationals in an early division matchup.
Even with the Yankees poor first game I'm still extremely optimistic about this season and the first thing I said after the game was that we're going 161-1; jokingly of course.
That's the allure of Opening Day, believing the impossible is not out of reach.
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