Opening Day Baseball Poem and Memorabilia

There's No Almost in Baseball

The month of March and all its weather madness makes to exit and it’s almost opening day.

The peepers soon will start to sound as late New England spring begins to understand "first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold," and then it’s almost opening day.

The spring of Matsuzaka-san is turning towards that haiku of “and now the leather / covered sphere came hurtling through / the air and Casey stood” before it’s almost opening day.

That double-headed monster of pure talent and enrichened anabolic steroids will be chasing Aaron’s singular citation and it’s almost opening day.

This Sunday’s April Fools Day for the Giants and Athletics as their fans are watching from the grandstands buying seven dollar beers and hot dogs for five-fifty and it’s almost opening day.

But still we thrill at every Schilling pill and celebrate the greatness of late inning Ortiz winning hits it’s almost opening day.

And say, say hey, it’s almost opening day.

~Son (of Sam Horn) Rivers 2007

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