Once upon a time, one cathedral was lit before all others, and it was in Cincinnati…the reward for the Reds being the very first franchise. Now because it’s not about the tradition but only about the broadcast contract, the advertising dollars and the marketability of the product (nee “sport”), the season opens with ESPN Sunday Night Baseball. How sick is it that on only four hours prior to the first official game of the season two other teams are playing an exhibition game? On the same day! Equally ridiculous is calling Sunday “Opening Night” and Monday “Opening Day”. Feh.
But yeah, I’ll watch. I’m an addict. And for all the coddled millionaires (A-Rod) who flock to cameras like moths (Schilling) or act like they are above reproach (Clemens) there are amazing new stars in the making (Lincecum) and great stories (Tampa Bay Rays).
But this isn’t a sports blog; I do that in the Houston Chronicle here and here. Yes, although born and raised and always residing in New York, I root for the former Rainbow Warriors – now the Blood and Mud – the Houston Astros. And in New York…no, that’s not easy to do.
(There’s a hush in the room as Bill enters the meeting, stands at the podium and speaks…) “My name is Bill (Hi, Bill!) and I’m a lifelong Astros fan. They have broken my heart often, but especially in 1980 and 1986 and 2005.”