Opening Day might be better than Christmas for me. There is so much hope and possibility. The long wait of the offseason is finally over. The bunting goes up all over Wrigleyville (yes, houses also put up bunting sometimes, because Wrigleyville).
It is a beautiful thing to walk up to the old ballpark at the corner of Clark and Addison, hearing the strains of the organ playing and wondering what witticism Murphy’s Bleachers will put on their board for that first game.
Even in 2020, maybe especially in 2020, Opening Day felt like a holiday. Admittedly, there were no crowds, just a handful of bleacher bums hanging out at Ballhawk Corner, hoping they could snag a souvenir.