Having Easter and Opening Day this close together definitely falls under the “Embarrassment of Riches” category for me. I’m sitting here amidst a sea of empty plastic eggs and Peep wrappers, watching my beloved Dodgers’ attempts to mount a come-back against the oft-hapless Pittsburgh Pirates.
The latest 3-run HR from the Bucs’ catcher makes said come-back less likely that it was moments ago, but it also highlights the way in which Opening Day is like Easter. Just as Christ’s Resurrection signals the beginning of a fresh, new liturgical year, so Opening Day singles a time of rebirth; a time of hope for baseball players and clubs throughout the country. Today, the Phillies and the Nationals are both equally distant from the World Series, and anything is possible — unless, of course, you’re hoping that the President of the United States will wear your team’s ball cap while throwing out the ceremonial first pitch.
(Yes, I know today is the NCAA basketball championship game. And no, it will never be even close to Opening Day in my heart.)