It's like Christmas, Valentine's Day, and the last day of school all rolled into one. Actually sitting down to play with my fantasy teams' starting lineups this morning was perhaps the greatest feeling ever.
My best opening day ever was Opening Day 2005 at Yankee Stadium against my Red Sox, which I went to with my Yanks fan ex-boyfriend (I know, I know...). I wore my "Insoxicated '05" T-shirt and MLB Fitted Authentic and got the living daylights abused out of me for 3 straight hours. I loved every minute of it. Oh, and we won.
If you want coverage, I will direct you, as always, to Walkoff Walk.
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Now see, I thought baseball's opening day was like a combination of Emma M. Nutt Day, Snowman Burning Day, and the Great American Grump Out Day. I suppose it's possible that's just me, though. Wait, did I include Northern Hemisphere Hoodie-Hoo Day? Because I totally meant to.
By the way, that picture you have of Kevin Garnett where you say he's singing to the ball made me laugh. And I don't even have a mouth.
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