Baseball is a statistical game prone to sudden poetic outbursts. Since I have no poetry just yet, here's a snapshot of a season just hours old. It's a living, breathing organism, prone to mood swings. It will subtly mature, and at some point we'll realize it's no longer young. Later on, in most markets, will come the realization that this isn't The Year. For now, all hopes are unbounded.
Red Sox and others start soon. Behold, all things are made new.
Tampa Bay 1 at New York 3 4th Kazmir v. Pavano Atlanta 2 at Philadelphia 1 6th Smoltz v. Myers Toronto 3 at Detroit 2 5th Halladay v. Bonderman Florida 6 at Washington 1 4th Willis v. Patterson Cleveland 5 at Chicago 2 1st Sabathia v. Contreras Los Angeles 1 at Milwaukee 1 2nd Lowe v. Sheets Chicago 0 at Cincinatti 2 1st Zambrano v. Harang
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Hmm, I just realized this is of a feather with my Opening Day poem last year.
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