The best day of every year

Major League Baseball Opening Day.

This is what a national holiday should be.

Every year, like every at bat, is a clean slate with no idea what’s going to happen.

I fell in love with baseball accidentally when my dear friend, and man crush at the time, Clayton took me to my first San Diego Padres game back in 1997. It was a day game and he bought me a field level ticket right behind first base. Our first baseman at the time was his man crush,  Ryan Klesko.

At first sight it was the handsome Ryan Klesko’s muscular ass that had my attention. By the end of the game I was in awe that I had lived into my early 30s having never discovered the timing, the preciseness, the skill, the sportsmanship, the timing, the patience, the fun and the sheer luck that is baseball.

I was sold.

Best. Game. Ever.

Today marks my San Diego Padres 50th year as a major league team.

1969-2019

Go Padres!

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