When you look at baseball long enough, it stops looking like baseball; just the thing you watch grown men do and then write about. You try to spot the narratives in a dugout conversation you can’t hear, or find the intricacies of a pitch that takes a quarter of a second. So maybe it’s the Opening Day fervor setting in, the smell of peanuts in the air, the gawking at beer prices, or the idea that Bryce Harper is on the Phillies that somehow still hasn’t really fused with my brain, but something about today feels a little different.