Fantasy owners get to worry about batting averages and ERAs, not congressional hearings and GH.

I bet with two words I can make you forget everything else going on in your life right now. You won’t remember that crumpled up piece of paper you once called your NCAA bracket. You won’t have to pretend to be interested in the NBA until playoff time (if even then). You’ll even lose all memory of that sunburnt spring break you already only remember bits and pieces of.

What are these magic words you ask? Play ball!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time of year again. The time when your team still has a chance to win it all. The time when betting on if a ball lands on a large patch of dirt 18 times in three hours seems perfectly rational. The time when people from Chicago and Milwaukee become even less fond of each other. Ah yes, it’s Opening Day.

Opening Day is pretty much a national holiday. Students skip class for it, employees listen to their radio instead of typing up their TPS reports, even the President takes some time off to throw out a first pitch somewhere.

Fans finally get to forget about this whole steroid debacle and just watch our teams perform on the field. Fantasy owners get to worry about batting averages and ERAs, not congressional hearings and GH.

The smell of Johnsonville brats will soon be in the air as tailgaters across America unite after work. The sound of bats cracking and gloves popping will be music to many peoples’ ears. The sights of people being escorted to their correct seats means America’s pastime is thrown into the present once again.

With college basketball coming to a close, the NFL season long gone, its draft seemingly lacking its usual luster, and SportsCenter failing to come up with creative ideas to make the NBA interesting, baseball will fill that sports void perfectly.

So clean out that cooler, degrease that grill and loosen up that glove for some good old-fashioned baseball. This might just be your teams’ lucky year, especially if you’re a Brewers fan.

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