A Rockie Day

I always look forward to Opening day. It’s the day after that can be pretty brutal. All the hope and innocence of a new season disappears in one foul swoop of the bat. It’s the illusion of perfection of course that we hold on to, or the simple day from childhood spent in one magic moment at the ball park with our fathers or grandfathers, eating hot dogs, talking about who’s on the mound or at the plate. It’s that single moment we wish we could just hit the pause button on. So opening day in baseball carries with it more significance then any other sport.