Opening Day, Part Deux
We’ll all be back here at the big ballyard in the Bronx on Tuesday — April Fool’s Day — and there’s a lesson to be learned in all of this. Since 1923, there has never been a Yankees game played here in the month of March. Maybe this is the baseball gods’ way of reminding us that Opening Days are supposed to be played in April?
Nothing changes as everything gets pushed back for a day. Chien-Ming Wang will celebrate his birthday with 0.0 innings pitched under his belt, and Joe Girardi gets another day to sit around and wait for the butterflies that he said did not come. Reggie Jackson has approximately 27 more hours to loosen up his left arm and prepare it to fire a strike across home plate, and Johnny Damon can head home and keep wondering why this series didn’t open under the inviting roof of the Rogers Centre.
Other than that, we’re all settled up here in the big press box overlooking a white tarpaulin. I’ve got some Pearl Jam going on the iPod and there hasn’t been a rain drop in about 45 minutes. It’s actually beginning to look crisp and dry.
If it looks this good leading up to game time tomorrow, we’ll all be very, very happy.