Opening Day
Opening Day was yesterday. Most of us know that though. It was GREAT! Kat and I went to the Braves opener at Turner Field. Game started at 4:30, so we got there before the gates opened and we caught BP and just hung around as usual. We didn't get any balls, but given that it was Opening Day and the crowd totalled 53,018, it's not a surprise or a let down. Opening ceremonies were great of course. Brian McCann received his Silver Slugger Award and Hank Aaron threw out the first pitch. Bobby Cox is in his final year as Braves Manager, and they honoured him of course. It's going to be a wrench to see him go, and while everyone's hoping to send him off with a fabulous season, I still want the Mets to kick ass and take names all year long.
While I'm not drinking the Jason Heyward Kool-aid yet, I was impressed with what I saw and it had me rooting for him yesterday. His first home run was electrifying! It will be nice, some ten years from now if he's still doing as well, I can say to my God kids, or even the little ones at the park, 'Yeah, he's good; I saw his first at-bat and man, was it great.' It was too. Plus it was against the Cubs. And if people call the Mets bums and chokers for their past three seasons, then what do you call the Cubs? Oh, wait, storied, time-honoured, respected... WHY?
While the Braves game was gearing up I kept an eye on the out of town scoreboard to see how my boys in Blue were doing and I was thrilled to see the score. 7-1. It's a good start and it's to be expected. They have an excellent opening day record. I've scoured the 'net for articles and everything was favourable. Santana was beautiful, David Wright hit a home run, Frenchie and Jason Bay produced runs, Luis Castillo stole a base, things were clicking. I can only hope that it keeps going like that all season.
That's the thing I love about sports and particularly Baseball. You can't write a script. In films and TV, things can get predictable, you can guess what's happening long before the moment arises, but not so much in Baseball. The great stories, the ones that are remembered are so because something random and unexpected happened. You could have guaranteed that Mark Burhle was going to have a good season last year, but a perfect game? Who saw it coming? Or the rookie Sanchez having a no hitter when he was only filling Randy Johnson's spot? Game 163? Sadly, even Nick Adenhart. If you could predict these things, or write them in a script, it wouldn't make it anywhere near as enjoyable. I love it.
Sitting with dye in my hair again. I'm tying a new mix that's two parts henna and one part cassia. Here's hoping for some dimension and highlights.
While I'm not drinking the Jason Heyward Kool-aid yet, I was impressed with what I saw and it had me rooting for him yesterday. His first home run was electrifying! It will be nice, some ten years from now if he's still doing as well, I can say to my God kids, or even the little ones at the park, 'Yeah, he's good; I saw his first at-bat and man, was it great.' It was too. Plus it was against the Cubs. And if people call the Mets bums and chokers for their past three seasons, then what do you call the Cubs? Oh, wait, storied, time-honoured, respected... WHY?
While the Braves game was gearing up I kept an eye on the out of town scoreboard to see how my boys in Blue were doing and I was thrilled to see the score. 7-1. It's a good start and it's to be expected. They have an excellent opening day record. I've scoured the 'net for articles and everything was favourable. Santana was beautiful, David Wright hit a home run, Frenchie and Jason Bay produced runs, Luis Castillo stole a base, things were clicking. I can only hope that it keeps going like that all season.
That's the thing I love about sports and particularly Baseball. You can't write a script. In films and TV, things can get predictable, you can guess what's happening long before the moment arises, but not so much in Baseball. The great stories, the ones that are remembered are so because something random and unexpected happened. You could have guaranteed that Mark Burhle was going to have a good season last year, but a perfect game? Who saw it coming? Or the rookie Sanchez having a no hitter when he was only filling Randy Johnson's spot? Game 163? Sadly, even Nick Adenhart. If you could predict these things, or write them in a script, it wouldn't make it anywhere near as enjoyable. I love it.
Sitting with dye in my hair again. I'm tying a new mix that's two parts henna and one part cassia. Here's hoping for some dimension and highlights.