But in the other five divisions, most notably the AL East of course, the zeroes still have it, standing silent vigil up and down the table until tomorrow. The Royals are tied for first in the central, which is how you know it's Opening Day. The dawn of a new season awaits, another chance for the New York Baseball Yankees (yeah, get used to that...I really like to say "New York Football Giants," but football season's a long way off and I need a fix) to show some heart and hustle, two things not associated with the Bombers in recent years, unfortunately, unless you ask A-Rod where he was after the game last night and he tells you "Heart and Hustle, my favorite strip club."
The months ahead will have their ups and downs, their injuries, their screaming liners, their screaming fans, their screaming back pages. The weeks ahead will have their growing pains, their teething problems, their time-will-tells. The days ahead will have their comically meaningless batting averages, the .000s, the 1.000s, the .500s and everything in between. Consider these the signs of a season still wet behind the ears, but know this: September and October will be here before you know it, and this child-season will be either an old friend we'll miss when it's gone, or a crotchety old man who mocks us by his refusal to go away. The hours ahead will have their own frustrations: Is it game time yet? Is it game time yet? Are we there yet? Yes. Almost.
Almost.
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