Wow. It just hit me...
Sunday, at 1:05 p.m. - give or take delays from the dignitaries and sinkholes - the world will have turned over again, just as it did last year, and the year before that, and... holy shit! wait a minute! I think there's some circular thing going on here, like in that Elton John song from The Lion King.
At 1:05 p.m. - give or take - the earth will have rotated around the sun - that's a lot of rotating - and we will have survived the super bugs, the bogeymen, the bad guys, the asteroids, those Burmese pythons that rule the Everglades, that Mayhem guy from All State - even the political divisiveness, (though if we don't get our shit together, it'll take us down, folks. And it starts with each of us...)
On or around 1:05 p.m. Sunday, you know what will happen?
We'll hear the new John and Suzyn Yankee in-game radio commercials! It's like the Super Bowl, where everybody will gather around the AM dial to hear the promotional read-outs that will become seared into our minds over the next eight months.
Will the Celino and Barnes people still sing that ridiculous "8-8-8-8-8888" jingle?
Will Geiko celebrate the 15th out?
Is the Hebrew Home still like a college campus?
When somebody slides into second, will they be safe and secure?
What is Suzyn planting in her garden? What celebrity autobiographies did John read over the winter? In this new rotation around the sun, has anything changed in the fundamental fabric of realty, which could make it possible to predict baseball?
It's almost here. Salvation.