Well, beat the drum and hold the phone – the sun came out today
We’re born again, there’s new grass on the field
Roundin’ third, and headed for home, it’s a brown-eyed handsome man
Anyone can understand the way I feel
Centre Field, John Fogerty
The major league baseball season opened last night. I settled in with an Oatmeal Stout and watched the Toronto Blue Jays trounce the Minnesota Twins in a 13-3 romp. I’m born again, there’s new grass on the field.
I fell in love with baseball during the two university years I spent in Montreal. The Expos were in their heyday then, with Gary Carter, Andre Dawson, Tim Raines and company. I used to listen to Dave Van Horne and Duke Snyder call the games on the radio and dream of warm summer days, even in the doubtful weather of early April.
I enjoy the speed of hockey, but I enjoy the pauses in baseball. It’s a different kind of drama, with the buildup before each pitch, each at-bat like a scene in a novel. It also appeals to the history buff in me, with time for interesting tidbits about games and players past.
Last night’s game had all the best ingredients – home runs, flashy defense, speed on the bases, and the right team won! Three cheers for the Boys of Summer!