When I was a kid, Christmas was by far my favorite day of the year. As I grew older, it lost its luster. It just became another day. It just doesn't give me that magical "can't wait" feeling it once did. Fortunately when I lost that favorite day of the year, another special day stepped up to the plate, satisfying my need for an annual, very meaningful day. My current "itch" day is now opening day for Major League Baseball.
Baseball is my favorite sport, and I love nothing more then sitting back and watching Jerry Remy and Don Orsillo call a game. Shit, I'll watch the pathetic Kansas City Royals play the Pittsburgh Pirates. Lots of people can't stand sitting through a baseball game, complaining about its slow pace and the fact that there is no time limit. Or there is my mom who watches for a minute, changes the channel, or yells from the other room for a score update. Not me, I'll watch every pitch of every inning.
This year's opening day is extra special. Not just because my beloved Red Sox are playing a home game, but they're playing the New York Yankees on Sunday night, April 4th (9 days away!!) It's an opening day pumped with steroids this year. Josh Beckett, and C.C. Sabathia will lead the beasts of the A.L. East in a nationally televised game on Easter Sunday. It's a new fresh start to a long, 162 game marathon of a season. (Oh yeah, and it also means the beginning of another action packed fantasy baseball season as well.)
The start of MLB also means that the beginning of summer is right around the corner, which increases my love for this special day. I can smell the beer, and sausage and peppers cooking at Fenway Park now. After 5 long, brutal, cold months of the off-season my new Christmas morning is well within sight.