There is nothing like opening day baseball. The sound of bat where the stats actually mean something. Its the time when all the hot stove talk of the off season is finally put on display. There is nothing like the full array of games, and the scoreboard watching begins. Who could forget several years ago when Carl Tuffy Rhodes hit I think three homers opening day, never to be heard of again. If I lived in a MLB town, I would definately get myself a ticket and head down to the park.
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