What I’ll miss most about Opening Day is sharing it with my father squib

I love Opening Day. There is something about the blank canvas. About possibility. All the spring training niceties — best shape of their lives and the injured who were way ahead of schedule — have folded into the reality of Game 1. Game 162 seems far away. Opening Day allows a return to familiar faces...
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