Baseball is a funny little game. I don't follow the other games that are played professionally --football, hockey, basketball-- but it seems to me that baseball, above all the others, is a game full of ghosts. The stars of yesterday, who may have been dead and buried/frozen for quite awhile, might as well be walking around on that field. Their stories (who they were as players, as people) live on so that they seem to be more than just stories handed down or read in book, they're more than just numbers on the back of a baseball card, they seem to be very real and still quite relevant.
And tomorrow it all starts again. Somehow these players, this year will make their mark on history. New legends will get their start. A player will have a break-out season. A top-rated prospect will bust. Players that only the most dedicated followers of a team's farm system will have heard of, will burst onto the scene. A player will finally live up to his hype. A team *knock wood it's not the Sox* will lose a player to injury and fall out of contention. Somebody will exceed all expectation and be the feel-good story of the year. The Twins will muddle their way through to an AL Central win. And maybe, just maybe, this will be the year the Cubs win it all.
A shiny new baseball season begins. Anything is possible. And I can't wait.
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