The smell of pinetar is in the air and, unless you're in Boston or the southside of Chicago, baseball is being played. That is a gripe for later on, but today is the day that we've been waiting for.
No more meaningly games, where closers come in anywhere between the 4th and 6th innings and where minor leaguers get their real "cups of coffee". No more WBC, even.
Its fun to know that you can chide your best friend about his beloved team's free agent signee bottomed out in his debut. Its also fun to know that your hated rivals can't play in the rain, though the real reason could be out of fear of the opposing team or not selling out the stadium on opening day.