Take me out to the ball game. Take me out to the park… Only 3 sleeps, Thursday to be exact, until baseball’s opening day. There is something so unique about the season’s opener. It is like the official beginning of Spring and Summer rolled up into one. There is an unwritten permission to skip out of work early and play hookey from school if you are lucky enough to have tickets. There’s nothing like the excitement, the hope and promise of that first home game. We think maybe this will be the year we go to the World Series. Everything is a possibility on opening day.
There’s something to be said about the weather in late March and early April as the season gets going. I recall years ago, before the Dome was built, one opening day in particular. I was fortunate to get tickets. Of course, I called in sick at work. My teen-age daughter and a few of her friends skipped school. It was a glorious day. The sun was shining brilliantly in a cloudless blue sky. However, there was a chill still in the air. We took some blankets, got on the TTC, arrived at the ball park, found our seats, wrapped ourselves up in the blankets, and proceeded to have the time of our lives. The day was topped off with our team winning.
People complain about the Rogers Center, often calling it the concrete convertible. Sure, it doesn’t have the ambiance of a fully open air ball park. Yet, there will never be a rain out or snow out, or have a game called because of wind or cold or fog or any other bizarre weather phenomenon. Yet, as the days warm and the roof is opened , an afternoon or evening at the dome is just fine. Now, I understand repairs and up grades will be happening to improve the experience. So, in the mean time, what’s to complain when we’re always assured of a ball game.
I think Joe DiMaggio once said it best:
"You always get a special kick on Opening Day, no matter how many you go through. You look forward to it like a birthday party when you're a kid. You think something wonderful is going to happen."
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