I love baseball. Since I was a little kid, I have always loved baseball. I loved playing baseball since Little League, if not sooner. I loved going to the games, the sight of the green, green grass, the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, and the smell of hot dogs. I love all of it.
In particular, growing up in Michigan where going outside was a chilling experience for five months of the year, I looked forward to Opening Day ever winter. It was a sign of spring, when the Tigers returned from Florida for the season and would entertain us for the rest of the summer.