It is my favorite time of year. I write this as I watch ESPN and ESPN 2 during my own personal Christmas in April. It is opening day, and for someone suffering through hot stove leagues all winter long, this day couldn't come soon enough. The game has returned.
Baseball is back.
My somewhat slavish devotion to this game began in my childhood. I was reading boxscores at age three. Now through the glory of the Internet, I can get up every morning and read them before even having to go buy a paper. I was born a Phillies' fan and will rearrange my schedule this year for those days when they play a game Time Warner Cable will broadcast. But like many mildly obsessed fans, I will actually watch a game between two cellar dwellers in September, both teams long out of playoff contention.