Today features the White Sox home opener and April Fools Day. Coincidence or prophesy? It would be too soon and too sad to describe the Sox season as a joke. The wonderful thing about opening day is that every team is a winner when they take the field.
I like that baseball begins in the spring. . . just when our spirits are ready for a lift. When you live in a cold weather city like Chicago, you know how to appreciate those early rays of sun.
Here's another thing about baseball that makes it fascinating to me: infinity made real. No clock, no time. That's a concept an oldster can take to heart.