Come play hooky today.
When I was a kid, I was one of those dorky kids that liked going to school. I rarely got sick so I had the perfect attendance record for like two straight years. I actually hated missing school - I liked the structure, it was where my friends were, and I did well in my studies. But there was one day I did not mind missing at all. It was when my dad told me, "you're skipping school Monday. We're going to Opening Day."
I cannot recall exactly which year it was, probably in the early 90s, but my first Opening Day had me hooked for life.