Opening Day

Yesterday, I took a day off of work to watch the Giants in their home opener against the Padres. Unfortunately, the Giants lost. I mean the team is just really bad. I seriously miss Pedro Feliz. Castillo made a horrible error. We just picked that guy up before the season started and he is not going to be part of the future, he doesn't remind me of the good old days, he is just useless. Man, I wish Fradsen didn't get hurt. But really, all that stuff really doesn't matter on opening day.

Opening day is just a day of hope. A day of reunions. A day to be happy. It doesn't matter how many games the Giants may lose, because on this one day, baseball is back. For six months, baseball is going to be there for you, almost every day. I am lucky to be a part of a family in the ballpark. And hanging out with all of the other season ticket holders by me again feels great. Buying each other beers, Giving each other hi-fives, makes it all worth it. Yeah we lost. But when the day ended, I felt like a winner, a drunk winner, but a winner none the less.