Live. Breathe. Opening Day. Over and over and over again. It's like the 18th 2014 Opening Day or whatever, right?
The bunting is hung. The concession stands are ready to operate slowly. Vin's wife has already laid out his yellowest suit and non-matching pocket square. Mattingly is practicing his questionable pitching substitution patterns. SportsNetLA is preparing not to broadcast to 70% of the viewership area. Ethier has not hitting lefties locked in already. Puig has already posted dozens of selfies on Instagram. Everything is in place.
Oh wait. Everything except this.
People will come, Ray. They'll come to Iowa for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. "Of course, we won't mind if you look around", you'll say. "It's only $20 per person". They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces…The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good and that could be again. Oh... people will come Ray. People will most definitely come. -- Terence Mann (Field of Dreams)NOW it's official. Play Ball! If you're out at the Yard today, drop a comment here. The Son or Sons present would be happy to hook up for a beer or three.