We are just starting the holiday season, but I wanted to see when Opening Day is next season.
The White Sox open up on Thursday, March 27th next year. It will be the earliest first pitch in the history of the MLB. Their opening day opponent are the Los Angeles Angels who I still refer to as the California Angels. I really miss when there were only 26 teams.
Baseball isn’t supposed to start during Spring Break. Baseball is supposed to start when everyone turns in their taxes. Who wants to watch horrible baseball when it’s forty-two degrees?
And forty-two degrees in late March cuts like a knife. Twenty-eight year old John Shepley would shrug it off and say, “at least our beers will stay cold!”
Fifty-eight year old John Shepley doesn’t enjoy a cold hotdog.
Why did I even look up the date for Opening Day?
I’m supposed to be baking a pumpkin pie and peeling potatoes for mashing this week.
People are worried about glaciers melting or the tons of straws and milk jugs floating in the Pacific.
I’m more worried about baseball starting a month before Easter and ending a week and a half after Halloween.
A Sox fan shouldn’t worry about getting mustard on his parka. Mustard needs to splatter on a shirt. I don’t mind wearing a sweatshirt or a windbreaker to an early season ballgame. I don’t want to sit along the third baseline dressed for a ski trip.
We need more doubleheaders in June and not opening days in March.
I’ve gotten carried away with going to Comiskey Park before April Fool's Day that I lost track on today’s quote.
Here goes….
…. you were an idiot in the 90’s! You’ll still be able to go to heaven.
Unless you put ketchup on your hotdog on Opening Day. Then you’ll never worry about the cold where you’re going.
If you have a big turkey, you better be thawing it out right now…
… and let the week of Thanksgiving bring astonishment
