i've always accepted tom boswell's premise that time begins on opening day, except lately i couldn't wait for spring training or the college world series or the world baseball classic. time hasn't been on my side. the game has taken huge hits lately & it's deserved every one of them but once things start, i don't want them to end(which is one definition of a fan, i suppose). my memory stretches from indian league baseball(that bob palmer talked me into joining over dottie's objections)w/the hapless mike & the scary eddie through spring training games w/the white sox behind beck's bar in sarasota & w/george & the pirates in bradenton(the first & only time i actually saw george WORK). i loved jim palmer(he ate pancakes before every game he pitched!!!)& hated the yankees(as per bobo). i remember ed's reaction to bucky dent's homer & my own to the cubs failure in 1984(w/sutcliff). this list can go on & on because it's essentially endless...like time. it only seems like it ends w/the last put-out every world series but that act just initiates our most particular, most peculiar & most powerful human attribute: memory.
& that changes everything to right now.
batter up!
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