Today is by far the greatest day of the sports calendar for every baseball fan. The Boys of Summer pull out of their winter habitats and report back home to begin the process of welcoming back everything that is right with the world. Frankly, there is nothing like putting on three or four layers of clothing, shaking from the cold, and watching your breath hover above your head while watching a baseball game. For years and years, we Tiger fans only experienced this sensation in the spring - now it's just going to be six months until we have the chance to do it all again in October.
If the weather holds up, then there will be baseball down at the CoPa today. Yours truly will be in attendance and after the culmination of the Spartan basketball and hockey seasons this weekend, it's going to be good to have a different obsession in my life.
But outside of the personal stake that each of us has in the beginning of baseball season, all of the questions that have been asked since the end of last season will start to be answered. Can the Tigers stay healthy? How will Dontrelle pitch? How will the bullpen hold up? Can the Tigers get rid of Brandon Inge? Will Rodney and Zumaya get back to pre-injury form?
No more speculation. No more questions. Finally, this team will start playing real games that count and will dole out answers in immense servings.
Frankly, I'm just excited to feel that feeling that goes through Comerica Park when the team starts rolling. It's a special type of electricity where 40,000 people have no doubt about what they're about to see - a complete ass kicking at the hands of the Tiger bats. The second half of last season had this feeling suspiciously absent, but a few million dollars from Mike Illitch's wallet may have fixed that problem.
Today, the sun rises anew. Today, there is abundant hope. Today ... it's fucking baseball season.
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