I feel that ice is slowly melting. (or very quickly melting if it’s in Phoenix). Either way, what other sport in the world could make me want to set the alarm for 3 a.m. to watch a game between two teams that I don’t even follow.
I guess it’s because the game itself has become so redolent of the end of Winter that it evokes these kinds of feelings. What is even more incredible is that this first game of the season is gradually becoming an international affair, almost as though humanity were emerging from it’s collective slumber to the call of balls and strikes.
It was somehow fitting that the Olympic flame was lit on the same day as the season opener, because I think we all began to feel a little warmer.