It honestly doesn’t matter how long you’ve been a baseball fan. You could be the college kid who’s watching the game while guzzling down Jagermeisters at the local watering hole. You could be the fresh-faced Queens kid in diapers who thinks they’ve seen everything there is to see. You can even be the old geezer in a rocking chair who remembers the good ‘ole days of three New York baseball teams.
Despite your classification of fandom, you shouldn’t allow the early season wave bite you in the ass.
Haven’t we learned the game of baseball by now?