Life begins when the season starts

It’s been two days of non-stop baseball action. The sun is shining, baseball is being played and after a long winter, all is finally right in the world.

I just kept the channel on ESPN all day long because sooner or later, another game would be on and I could get my fix…while also watching my fantasy baseball player rack up some points.

But today is not just the second full day of baseball. It is not just a typical jam-packed Tuesday. For me, today is marks the end of my life for the next six months. Sad? Yes. True? Oh yes.

Now practically every night or afternoon I have something to do. A baseball game to be watched starring the New York Yankees. Some games will be disappointments and blow-outs. Others will be pulse-pounding, thrilling rides to walk-offs and comeback victories. Whatever the case, this is what I live for. Just hearing the Opening Day lineup for the Yanks was enough to make me smile through all the stress that is college. 

I know I’m not the only one to feel this way. Whether you’re a Yankees fanatic, a Red Sox freak or a proud Padres fan, the first day of baseball is the most amazing day of the year. It’s like Christmas for sports fans. And I didn’t quite understand it until I turned on the Dodgers-Padres game Sunday night.

Upon turning on ESPN, the Dodgers were up 1-0 in the bottom of the 8th inning and had just called in the big, bad and bearded Brian Wilson. “Eh, not a very exciting game,” I first thought. But the first batter hit a home run. Tie game. Then a base hit. Then a Wilson error. All in all, it led to an inning where the Padres plated three runs to take the 3-1 lead heading into the final inning. 

The comeback was magical and the players were doing what they did best: never giving up and taking advantage of each at-bat, no matter who was on the mound. While the game was exciting, what struck me even more were the fans. A packed Petco Park was going crazy for their hometown team as they started their comeback. The roar of the crowd was deafening and fans were out of their seats. You could feel their emotions just by their facial expressions. You could feel their love for their team and it brought me back to what I was feeling all this off-season.

I didn’t feel my life was complete without watching my Yankees take the field. And I never realized that there were so many people who felt the exact same way. That’s the beautiful thing about baseball: every team has passionate fans who will do anything to show their support for their team. Such a calm sport has support from all over the nation…actually, all over the globe. 

That’s what Opening Day is all about. It’s not all about the intense rivalries or about the next potential MVPs. It is about welcoming back the sport and teams that make people happy and connecting with fans of all kinds. And that’s what I’ll be doing at 7:10 p.m.

Watching my Yankees make their way back onto the field for another season of magic, mayhem and hopefully victory. Baseball is back so excuse me while I allow it to take over my life once again. 

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