Today marks the beginning of Baseball Season (well, technically yesterday was the first game, but the Giants weren't playing, so it doesn't count). I'd feel remiss if I didn't commemorate the occasion with a quote from the greatest baseball movie of all time:
"Ray, people will come Ray... And they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America is ruled by it like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again. Oh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come."
And with that, I'm off to BYU's Miller Park to watch a couple innings, eat a $1 game dog, and get some reading done. Man, I love baseball.