We like sports here in The Household. Golf tops the list of course. But baseball runs close behind. Big fans. For a long time we didn’t have a team of our own out here in The Wild West. But we had cable, which meant we could watch games all over the country. We do have a team of our own now, and we spend many afternoons at the ballpark.
Today was Opening Day. Our team’s home opener isn’t until Friday. We have tickets( as we do every year ). There is great anticipation. Don’t tell them, but I will be playing from hooky from work. I will be ‘working from home’. At least until its time to go to the ballpark.
I listen to sports radio. Yes, I do. The Golfer laughs at me. He doesn’t listen to sports radio. None of his friends listen to sports radio. But his wife listens to sports radio. I don’t care, I like it. All the afternoon shows are local. And today they were all talking about Opening Day. And they were talking about what they would be doing on Friday. Who they would be hanging out with. Where they would be sitting in the ballpark. What they were going to eat. We here at The Household are far from the only ones here in The Wild West that just can’t wait.
Then they starting talking about how Opening Day means Spring is here. Even if it snows ( which it’s done ). Just being at the ballpark. Seeing home plate. Looking out over center field. Watching the battle between hitter and pitcher. Spring doesn’t really start until Opening Day.
And of course, much as I love baseball, I had to disagree. Doesn’t matter how beautiful Opening Day is, Spring starts with The Masters. The green of the diamond just can’t match the green of Augusta. The azaleas, the dogwood, the wisteria, the magnolia. All in perfect bloom the second week of April every year.
And it is the second week of April. Masters Week. Spring around here officially starts with the first tee time of the first round on Thursday. After work we will all sit down and watch the ESPN coverage that was tivo’s. We will go to the ballpark on Friday and enjoy Opening Day to the fullest ( I wonder if they sell StrongBow at the ballpark? I know they sell Guinness. ), and then we will come home and watch the 2nd round of the Masters, which we will have tivo’d. And on Sat. and Sun. of course we will be glued to the tube. And yes I know Sunday is Easter. But we are all going to the MIL’s. The MIL is A Golfer, and I wouldn’t be surprised if instead of setting the table, she sets us all up with trays in front of the TV.
Here is what I had to say about The Masters last year. Here is what The Golfer had to say. And of course, because he always has something to say, here is what Jigger had to say.
It’s Masters Week again, and everything in those posts still holds true. As they probably will for decades, because The Masters is nothing if not TRADITION.
And of course there is my own personal little harbinger of Spring. After weeks in the dreary, snarky, wasteland that is golf coverage by Johnny Miller, the sun will at last come out, the birds will sing, and the lovely lilting tones of Mr. David Feherty will once again flow across the airwaves. And all will be well in the golfing world.
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