I think my thoughts about the beginning of the 2008 MLB season echo Bud Selig's in this picture: what the heck? I grew up listening to my Cincinnati-bred uncle telling me how pumped up he would get every spring for the Reds to be the first team to open up the Major League season. The beginning of baseball season was a big deal in Cincinnati, and in nostalgic minds around the country, it still is. Baseball season will carry us into summer and eventually guide us into the fall. In that way, the start of baseball season is a "big deal".
But again, I turn to Mr. Selig: what the heck? The Pirates open up within the week? Isn't March Madness going on? Isn't the NFL Draft around the corner? I mean, the NBA playoffs (highly underrated entertainment) and the NHL playoffs (the BEST form of athletic entertainment) are starting up as well. The Masters will dominate the second weekend in April. There is so much to look forward to in the next month in sports, and for me, baseball season probably doesn't make the top 5.*
I will gladly listen to anyone wax poetically about the start of baseball season, because I want to believe that it is a big deal. I want to know that summer is around the corner (two months away actually) and feel young again (fat chance with my sore back), but the simple reality is that the rest of the sports world has hijacked baseball's signature spring-time sentimentality. In a week's time, I will don my Clemente t-shirt, Sam will predict a Pirates winning season, and then we'll completely immerse ourselves in the Penguins Cup-run. And somehow, for my generation, that just feels right.
*HUGE disclaimer: article is written by a Pirates fans, so of course I am not overly excited about baseball season.