Well, here we go.
In Pittsburgh again, but it'll be sunny and almost 60.
Lefty Francisco Liriano on the mound for them, so the only thing I know for sure about the Cubs' lineup is...probably Nate Schierholtz won't start in right.
But it's going to be so nice having life get back to normal, when pretty much every day I can count on Pat Hughes' voice and the pity of people who aren't really baseball fans.
Go step in a freshly thawed Lincoln Park dog turd, you people.
Sure, the Cubs ain't gonna win it all this year, but this year is about a billion times better than last year, and next year promises to do the same thing, exponentially.
And it's a shame when, on Opening Day, "hope" is defined as "managed expectations".
But hell man the managed expectations this year include Mike Olt hitting his first Big League homer.
That won't just be one Olt homer - in the Grand Scheme of The Future Of The Cubs, that's Neil Armstrong taking a walk on the moon.
Take a moment to enjoy Jeff Samardzija and his potential for honest to god greatness.
Maybe Anthony Rizzo hits homers.
Or maybe it's doubles - I don't really care as long as he hits.
Hopefully with someone like Castro on base.
And I haven't mentioned him I don't think even once, but I'm looking forward to the new bus driver, Rick Renteria.
I could not believe that the Cubs sucking and Castro and Rizzo not "moving forward" was all because of the manager, but maybe Renteria will be different.
He sure seems to be.
Anyway, go find a hot dog, a cold one and a tv around noon today.
It's baseball season, man.
Last thing, I got a really nice shout out from a Pittsburgh blogger, RUMBUNTER.
So if you get a chance, check their blog out today.
That is one awesome name, isn't it?
Here's the lineup for real: