Like a house falling out of that tornado that squashed the Winter Witch, it's here.
It's gonna be 60 in Chicago today.
I've got a Cubs tshirt and my flip flops on, birds are chirping, coffee is delicious, I let a guy merge in front of me... it's just so dang happy out.
I think we need this particular Opening Day in the worst way.
Get the last bit of shock from last year's ending out of your system and breathe in the sweet air of this new season.
Jon Lester's on the mound.
Kris Bryant's shoulder feels great - we should be expecting him to kick his rich buddy B. Harper's ass in the MVP voting.
That's unless El Mago can pick it up a tad more, and the #1 an #2 MVP guys are on the same team from Chicago.
But then there's Captain Rizzo, who... ahh it's unrealistic to think there could be 3 MVP candidates on one team, right?
I can't really describe this but, even though I say the names of these Cubs daily, it's odd to write them down today.
Like they were just a fable yesterday, but today they showed up in the flesh.
I could blather on about all the pressure of the early part of this season, Joe's contract, what the Brewers are doing, the worries of the bullpen but... nahhh.
All that matters.