“Little darling, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter.”
Oh, baseball, how I’ve missed you.
Maybe you’re waiting around for Major League Baseball and the Players’ Union to work through their cumbersome labor disagreements. (Spoiler Alert: one side is being an unreasonable, mean-spirited, nogoodnik cheapskate.)
Well, I’m pleased to remind you that today, for college players, it’s baseball o’clock.
I heard that.
I heard you unkindly harrumph-mutter “aluminum bats” under your breath just now.
Stop grumbling and have an open mind.
Sure, maybe the clink of an aluminum bat doesn’t have the same satisfying crackety’crack-crack of a wooden bat. An aluminum bat also doesn’t explode into devil shards that can put out your eye.
Can your bat do this?
Once you hear it a few times, the clink of an aluminum bat becomes beautiful – like the clink of an ice cube dropping into a whiskey glass – and it sure beats the sound of no bat at all.
What’s it going to be, baseball or no baseball?
The correct answer is baseball.
So, while you wait for Major League Baseball to get its act together, join me, won’t you … there’s college baseball to be played. And, it’s amazing.
It’s Opening Day.