Opening Day is met with an addictive feeling of unbridled joy and boundless optimism. The beauty of Opening Day is that, no matter what happened last season, every team wakes up with the same record: 0-0. A blank slate. Baseball fans are free to let their wildest dreams run wild. Anything is possible—okay, maybe the White Sox won’t be winning the World Series. Better luck next season, Chicago.
Opening Day signals the return of warm weather, trees and flowers blooming, and generally brighter days—literally and metaphorically. For all these reasons and more, Opening Day is my single favorite day on the calendar year.