Today is my 2nd favorite holiday of the year – MLB Opening Day! There are many things that come along with baseball season that I love, other than the obvious. One is the unbelievably delicious smell of the kosher hot dog stand at the ballpark. Best. Scent. Ever. If they bottled that shit, I’d be first in line to buy it. Another is looking forward to just about every Sunday until Fall, which will be spent with friends, outside on someone's deck, BBQing, possibly recovering from Saturday night with a little hair of the dog, and listening to the game on the radio. Yes, I said radio. I’m crazy like that. I usually go to at least 20 games per year, and it’s nice to have something different to do that is guaranteed to be enjoyable and I don’t have to worry about what I’m going to wear. This is because I always wear my standard outfit: one of my team jerseys and a baseball hat. I literally always wear this combo at every game I attend. It's what I do. It’s who I am. Doesn’t matter if I’m at home or away, on a date or with my homies – I’m representin’ (that’s it, though – no team earrings, socks, shoes, purse, etc. allowed. That would be overkill. And nothing with bling - no way, never). I also enjoy (with definite exceptions) the various music I hear at the stadium throughout the game, as the sound system at our stadium kicks ass, especially when playing one of my all-time favorites that is rarely heard anymore, Pump Up the Volume by MARRS (*fingers crossed they are still playing it in its usual time slot this season*). Eating peanuts from the shell is also enjoyable this time of year, which is a strange phenomenon for me because it’s the only time one will ever find me eating peanuts straight up. Along with this, I also enjoy the corny, predictable, immature wisecracks we all make randomly during the game about how big/delicious/salty our friend’s nuts are (same guy always brings ‘em, along with his AM/FM transistor radio, which is also a highlight).
What baseball season brings that I don’t like? Paying an insane $9 for beers at the ballpark. Being at a game during the peak of summer when it’s still stifling hot at first pitch with 80% humidity that’s on the rise. Worrying about my skin aging because of all the direct sunlight I can’t avoid during a day game. Seeing spectators at the game who have way better seats than me but clearly aren’t interested based on their continual cell phone usage and the fact that they are perfectly primped to go clubbin’. The sinks in the stadium bathrooms that only seem to provide freezing cold water at the beginning/end of the season, and scalding hot water from mid June until September. Why, universe, do you always bring bad with the good? Sigh.
Anywho, I’m prepared to deal with the minor annoyances because I’m ready for some goddamn baseball! I’m ready to dust off the ol’ team jerseys (hats in use year-round, of course), buy myself a $9 beer and a $6 kosher dog with caramelized onions and sauerkraut, forget my woes, soak in the accompanying sights and sounds that bring forth so many fond memories of all sorts, and enjoy the first game of the season. Did you hear me MLB? I'm ready. BRING. IT.