COMMENTARY
Because I’m in a carefree mood on this morning of baseball’s return, I’ll spare the accomplished cynics among us a prolonged recital of the usual Opening Day clichés.
So there will be nothing here beyond this quick, warm acknowledgement about Fenway’s mesmerizing shades of green.
Not a single chirp about the return of the Red Sox being our confirmation of the desperately anticipated arrival of spring.
No soliloquies about the sunshine days and cool autumn nights to come on Landsdowne Street, when the Red Sox win and Boston feels like the only place you’d want to be in that moment.