EDGY - Do They Reprint this Every Year?

[MFS62]

"Sure, opening day is baseball's bandwagon. Pundits and politicians and every prose poet on the continent jumps on board for a few days. But they're gone soon, off in search of some other windy event worthy of their attention. Then, once more, all those long, slow months of baseball are left to us. And our time can begin again."

- Tom Boswell from "Why Time Begins On Opening Day"


Well, they should.

C'mon everyone.
Wax poetic.
What does opening day mean to you?

Later

[Frayed Knot]

In our sun-down perambulations of late, through the outer parts of Brooklyn, we have observed several parties of youngsters playing "base" a certain game of ball ... Let us go forth awhile, and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our close[d] rooms ... The game of ball is glorious. -- Walt Whitman, 1846

[Guest Edgy DC]

Myrtilla, ere the season starts, Or e'er the primal ball be thrown If you would win this callous heart's Affection for your very own, This counsel, blooming, fresh and frondent- Accept it from your correspondent. Back in the days of Old Cap Anse, 'Twas reckoned cute to spoof a dame, And famed was her incognitance About the so-called national game; And comment feminine was silly. That was before your day, Myrtilly. For, now, Myrtilly, I admit Your knowledge far transcends mine own; You know an error from a hit- A quaver from a semitone; You never say, "How small the bat is!" You never have to ask who that is. Nay, Myrt, too well you like the game; You are too true a devotee; My Blue-Print is the kind of dame Whose love is less for ball than me; And so, my Myrt, that is the reason I think I'll go alone this season "To Myrtilla, on Opening Day" by Franklin P. Adams Published: In Other Words (Doubleday [of course] 1912)

[Zvon]

Opening day is
Rebirth.
Rejuvination.
Reincarnation.
Resurection.
We are born again.........

[A Boy Named Seo]

Grander than Secretary's Day, Arbor Day
Or any of the heavy-hitting still-have-to-go-to-work holidays
Opening Day has always been a beacon for the year's false hopes
That fake, uplifting feeling we're all supposed to get at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Day?
Well this is my New Year's Day.

Pedro's toe's a little wonky
Billy Wagner's 34 and has finger stiffness on his pitching hand
Carlos Delgado has elbow tendinitis
Zammy's strained hammy
Jae Seo's a Dodger
Tom Glavine's 40
Julio Franco's almost 50
and I don't give a shit.

It's Opening Day (today is, I'm a closet Indians fan)
hope doth spring eternal in my little world
and the blue and orange-colored glasses are on.

And bunting. Opening Day bunting is not for losers.

Go Mets.

Edited to give it a joelmon flow.