Opening Day is here and I have to say, it kind of snuck up on me this year. I'm usually as giddy as an 8-year-old who's waiting for Christmas morning. It's different this year though, it's as if I'm an 8-year-old who's received a flaming bag of dog shit for the last three Christmases and now I'm not as excited for the jolly fat man to come and kick me in my balls. But, I digress.
Whether you think this is the year (again) or your expectations have never been lower, it's time to stop arguing over who the 25th man should be and play ball. Thank God.
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