Today being what is, I’m sending this out again, like I have every Opening Day since April 1, 2011, the first morning of Rangers baseball that counted following the club’s first World Series, heading into what would be another World Series season, and take this opportunity to wish you a Happy New Year in 2017.
It’s your favorite author’s brand new book, just out of your mailbox and out of the corrugated box and out of the shrink-wrap.
It’s the last day of school, May 25, 1983, and Return of the Jedi opens as soon as the bell rings.
It’s anniversary reservations at that restaurant.
It’s a new season of Better Call Saul, a new Radiohead CD, a cold beverage and some Chuy’s fresca by the pool with a bunch of friends.
It’s the first round, and your team is on the clock.
It’s the end of the previews, and lights dim even further.
It’s Chuck Morgan’s voice and Eric Nadel’s voice and those smells.
It’s the home plate umpire’s brand new whisk-brush, unwrapped and put to use for the first time.
It’s a beltline of unfurled bunting, one of the two times each season — if things go right — that it’s broken out.
“You look forward to it, like a birthday party when you’re a kid. You think something wonderful is going to happen.”
Joe DiMaggio once said that about this day.
The Magic Number is 163. It’s a beautiful number.
There are no more sleeps to count off, only the aggravating crawl of the clock. Fight through it.
Here’s to the awesomeness of another division-title-defending Page One.