Opening Day Hope, Baseball and Life
Life can once again resume Monday night at 7:05. It’s the Angels season opener in Anaheim against Seattle in what will be (hopefully) the beginning of a memorable season for my beloved ball club.
I’m moving to a new pad this weekend in Tacoma and should have wifi set up to stream my not very cheap subscription to Major League Baseball’s streaming service, MLB.tv, soon enough to watch along by the end of the week.
The 2013 Angels season mirrored closely the year I had personally. It was full of new players and a new state more than a thousand miles from where I grew up. Grand ideas of winning the World Series and that dream job which provided a comfortable lifestyle never came to fruition. They didn’t even make the playoffs, and I could barely pay rent.
I’ve never needed baseball season more than I do this year. There’s no day more full of hope than the first day of baseball season. It’s a reminder that your team’s (or your own) potential is never more than a few solid months of hard work away from being realized.
Here’s to hoping you and your favorite team both make the playoffs this year…
…unless you’re a Yankee.