It could have been the subtle change in the air signaling the transition from a stifling, humid summer to an airy, crisp fall, or just another testament to the resilient power of the human spirit in this weird and wacky year, but a couple of weeks ago I woke up on a random mid-week morning and felt more refreshed and hopeful than I had in months.
Already pleased that it had even started in the first place, I felt myself starting to feel really, really excited about the baseball season; specifically all of the fun storylines the Dodgers have been in the process of writing since the arrival of Opening Day.