Welcoming and Remembering Opening Day

Posted by on April 3rd, 2015  •  0 Comments  • 

Baseball. It’s back.   It’s here.  The green grass, blue skies, color, pageantry and all kinds of hopes.

It’s the Presidents, Truman-Ike-Nixon-JFK, and Obama throwing out the lst pitch.

It’s a Bob Feller in Cleveland with an opening day no-hitter.

It’s the Babe and Gehrig, the Yankee Clipper, Yogi, Scooter and the M&M Boys in the House that Ruth built.

It’s Catfish and Steinbrenner, Reggie Bar and the Goose.

It’s D’em Bums and the Jints…Dodgers vs. Giants.

It’s Koufax and Drysdale, Spahn and Sain and Pray for Rain.

It’s the Whiz Kids and the Running Redbirds.

It’s the Gashouse Gang, the Go Go Sox, the Big Red Machine and the Lumber Company.

It’s the Green Monster and the green ivy at Wrigley Field.

It’s Mel Allen, Bob Prince, Vin Scully, Ernie Harwell, Harry Caray and Jack Buck.

It’s Casey Stengel, Sparky Anderson and Smokey Alston.

It’s Veeck as in Wreck, Charley O and Walter O’Malley.

It’s Pete Rose’s dash for home, Mantle’s home run trot and Brooks Robinson’s diving stops.

It’s Tony Gwynn in the 5 1/2 hole, Ripken at short and Yogi behind the plate.

It’s Connie Mack and his scorecard, Tommy LaSorda clapping, Billy Martin yelling and Earl Weaver fuming.

It’s Puddinhead Jones, Teddy Ballgame, Satch, Yaz, the Monster and the Oil Can.

It’s Say Hey and the Duke of Flatbush, Stan the Man, Jackie Robinson, Sal the Barber and Hammerin’ Hank.

It’s Pete Gray, the one-armed St-Louis Brown and Jim Abbott, the Angel, pitching with one hand.

It’s a Big Mac attack, a Bonds blast, A-Rod’s A-bombs, Maury Wills and Ricky Henderson stealing sacks.

It’s Gaylord’s greaseball, Wilhelm’s knuckleball and Bob Gibson’s gas.

It’s Big Train Walter Johnson, Aches & Pains Appling, and the Georgia Peach Ty Cobb.

It’s the Washington Senators, first in war, first in peace and last in the American  League.

It’s the Curse of the Cubs, the Sultan of Swat, the Curse of the Bambino.

It’s the Red Sox Nation, the Evil Empire, Dodgers Blue and the Black Sox.

It’s knockdown pitches, going yard, the 5-4-3 double play and day-night doubleheaders.

It’s the magic numbers you remember 56-.406-61-714.

It’s the Baseball Encyclopedia, keeping score, listening on radio, playing catch with your dad and eating hot dogs.

Baseball is back.  It’s home runs and no-hitters and all that history.

Baseball is back for 2015.  Welcome back old friend.

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