I mean, really. It's like having your fifth-grade teacher at your bachelor party. The grass is cut. The lineups ready. Huey Lewis is clearing his throat for the Star-Spangled Banner. It's time for baseball. Jason Schmidt. The best ballpark in the majors. Opening day is when the masses rise up, and give Old Man Winter a catharsis-spangled wedgie. I took a legitimate day off tomorrow, bought a bleacher seat on eBay, and will be at the game. I'm the guy with a Mays Field shirt on, trying not t...
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