As the writes of spring indicated, I’m ready for the regular season to start. That offseason crawled like a turtle with a piano on its back and was as painful as millipede bunions.
I don’t know about you, but I feel that Opening Day should be a federal holiday. But then I also feel that every single damn game should be televised, that it should be easy for fans to watch and attend, and that one of these days, pigs will fly.