Rarely do I make it to Opening Day. In fact, in all the many years I have been on this earth, I had not attended a Cincinnati Reds’ Opening Day until 2015. Rather, my own personal Opening Day usually doesn’t occur until May or well into June. As I wrote a couple of years ago, I have my own special ritual:
“Ritual is my soulmate. It’s familiar. It’s restorative. Downtown approaches. The trip nearing its end, the Lytle Tunnel releases me, and for just a moment my foot goes lightly on the accelerator as I search for the notch in the ballpark—the cutout that reveals the empty seats inside.