Jul 24, 2020
The long, barren winter casts a dark pall Till one day an umpire hollers, “Play ball!” Then skies start to brighten, blue displaces gray. Baseball springs eternal; it’s Opening Day. The birds begin singing, the trees start to bloom, The umpire’s dusting home plate with his broom. No one’s thrown a pitch yet, or safely reached base, But everyone’s team’s in a tie for first place. We’re all undefeated, we all have a chance. We all dream of doing a World Series dance. The setbacks will surface, the losses, the gloom; Each team except one is destined for doom. But the Red Sox might win it, so let’s start to play! And that is the magic of Opening Day.
