Forget the NCAA finals, today is all about baseball. And we’re not talking book readings either, though we did have a fantastic time watching our major sponsor present a couple of snippets from his fantastic book. Rather, this afternoon our beloved Sox sprung out of the gate with what we hope is a harbinger of things to come: Coco darting from first to home lickety split (man is he quick). Lowell showing the batspeed that made him a solid hitter. Curt making us forget about what he says and remember how he pitches. And Papi. There’s always Papi.
But the Sox are done, and tonight the Yankees start their season. We hope it’s portentous. We have visions: Randy slipping on that phony knee of his, consumed by distracting thoughts of a love child. Damon rubber arming a throw on four hops to the cutoff man. Torre’s brain trust exhibiting all the smarts of a Hilton sister. The first of many days looking up in the standings. So enjoy the hopes of this opening day, and consider this your open thread for all things Yankees/Athletics. We’ll be sleeping on the top of the standings, dreaming of pennants.