Pretty much the one and only tradition on this blog is my annual shoutout to the greatest game never invented* on its most important day of the year, Opening Day.
Pinning down actual Opening Day this year is a little difficult because at this writing, March 27, 2025, Major League Baseball's official Opening Day, one of Chicago's two MLB teams, the one that plays on the North Side of town, is already 0-2, having played a series last week with the World Series Champion LA Dodgers in Japan. So it's a little hard to say the traditional Opening Day aphorism: "all hope springs eternal" to the Cubbies who are already winless, two games under .500.
And saying it to the other Chicago team, the one that plays on the South Side, my favorite team, carries with it not a little touch of irony as last year, The Chicago White Sox posted almost the worst win/loss record in the era of the 162 game Major League season, second by a hair only to the woebegone 1962 New York Mets. 1962 incidentally was the Mets' first year of existence. The White Sox who played their first MLB game in 1901 can't use inexperience as an excuse.
As the Sox have not done much to improve their team in the off-season, (on paper in fact the team is a little weaker than it was at the start of last season),the best thing we Sox fans can say today, at least before the 3pm CDT first pitch this afternoon is: "well at least we're two games ahead of the Cubs.
Yea team.
To give you an idea of how pathetic last year's season was, in the MLB they say: "Every team wins at least sixty games and loses at least sixty games in a season, it's what they do in the remaining forty-two games that matters."
Turns out as far as the winning part, the 2024 ChiSox came up nineteen games short of that milestone of futility.
An ancient sport's adage we Chicagoans all learn while still in our diapers is this: "wait 'till next year."
Well next year is here and hmmmm, we'll see. Can't do any worse than last year can we?
Never say never.
There are other reasons to be less than enthusiastic about opening day. One is that my son's baseball career as a player is all but over as last year he graduated from college, and from his school's baseball team. He didn't get to play much college ball but he did make the team all four years, and being a member forged several life-long friendships, many great experiences, as well as a deep sense of belonging. I have to say since graduation, he's lost much of the twinkle in his eye.
Another depressing thing I just found out is that more of the iconic Wrigley Field experience is about to disappear as several of the classic Chicago hundred-year-old three flat residential buildings just beyond the right field bleachers are about to be torn down and replaced by a standard 2020's issue apartment building. As demolition has just begun, Cub fans at their games this season will have the sight of the beautiful buildings' destruction to look forward to, which may actually be less depressing than watching their team.
For their sake I hope I'm wrong.
It's all fitting because baseball, as the late A. Bartlett Giamatti pointed out in his wonderful essay "The Green Fields of the Mind: "...breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart."
And how.
Just not today.
Happy Opening Day.
Play ball!
* Much to the contrary of its popular creation myth, the game of baseball evolved over several decades from already existing games rather than being invented as say, basketball was.