A look back, and a look ahead . . . .
Looking back, it seems appropriate, if not tantamount to a complete give-up, to reissue what I wrote hours before the season began one year ago.
Gazing forward, I’m gonna suggest you go ahead and buy your tickets for Sunday, September 30, Game 159 and the home finale, because on that day, with Texas hosting “the first team ever to have too many good players,” Joe Nathan will deliver a ninth-inning fastball and Mark Trumbo will lift a lazy fly that Josh Hamilton will camp under in left center (see what I did there?) and there will be a celebration in the stands and on the field and then in the clubhouse, after which the Rangers will pack up and fly to Oakland for three more games, not knowing yet who the next opponent will be, but knowing they’ll tee things up with them late in the first week of October rather than in the spring of 2013.
I don’t know how many games Texas will win, and I don’t know how many games the Angels will win, and I don’t necessarily know which team will win more, but I’m prepared to say that on the fourth-to-last day of the regular season, the Rangers’ Magic Number will flip to zero.
Between now and then, there’s going to be another great story told, and that brand new book, crisp and clean and begging to get all dog-earred and over-analyzed, with a whole lot of moments of awesome in store, and moments of fail, too, is ready to bust out of the shrink-wrap and keep us company again, for the next six months, and another month after that.
It’s Opening Day. Time for flyovers and Yu Darvish trotting out for the first time to the first base line to the tune of Chuck Morgan.
Time for Ian Kinsler and chalked lines and 11 in ’12, and for the home whites and blue caps and the blinding green and Robbie Ross wearing the pink backpack.
Time for friends who want to talk about the center field situation and about what’s changed at the Ballpark and about Justin Grimm.
So here we are.
No more sleeps.
And a great big bag of Bring It.