Opening Day

Much has been written about the joy and optimism that comes with Major League Baseball's Opening Day every season, so I'll just say that going to, listening to, watching, hearing about, thinking about, playing in, remembering, or reading about any baseball game still makes me feel like a kid.

Blake and I drove to Houston for the Astros opener against the Cubs (this is the only time I'll ever write about skipping work because it seems like Opening Day is the only socially acceptable reason to play hooky). It was fun.

As for the rest of the season: LET'S go OAK-land! (bum bum bumbumbum)