Today

April 3, 2000
By Greg Shea

TODAY

Today you’ll dig in the closet for your glove and snap a ball into it while sipping your morning coffee.

Today as the toast comes out of the toaster, you’ll still remember how to execute a perfect “pop-up” slide.

Today you’ll drive to work and admonish yourself to “keep your head down” and your eye on the road.

Today your team will be in first and planning to stay there.

Today you’ll end your contract holdout.

Today you’ll still be able to turn the double play.

Today you won’t lose a business deal in the sun.

Today you’ll find yourself rotating your arm around your head to stretch the shoulder and keep it loose.

Today someone asks if you’ll be at the meeting and you respond by saying, “Let’s play two.”

Today you spend an hour in the attic with old baseball cards and dusty Sports Illustrateds.

Today sunflower seeds strangely find their way into your back pocket.

Today you find yourself muttering something about “Bill freakin’ Buckner.”

Today you’ll think of wearing a black suit to match the eye black.

Today you’ll have the steal sign.

Today you slip up in a meeting and mention “our sales team … vs. lefties.”

Today a hot dog and peanuts for lunch will sound about right.

Today you tell a co-worker to “warm up.”

Today the only strike you’ll know about is above the knees and below the armpits.

Today you’ll wear your jacket only on your pitching arm.

Today you’ll buy two packs of gum and stuff one in the side of your mouth.

Today you’ll scratch yourself and spit for no apparent reason.

Today you’ll wonder why stirrup socks never caught on.

Today you’ll be the rookie looking to make it big.

Today you’ll be the wily vet with just a little something left.

Today you’ll look for the AM dial on your radio.

Today your glove is hanging off the handlebars of your bike.

Today seems like a good day for an ice cream before you head home.

Today is box scores and “Baseball Tonight.”

Today is Donnie Sadler and Keith Osik.

Today is Sammy Sosa and Barry Bonds.

Today your first coach is cheering. Still.

Today mom’s watching.

Today dad’s in the backyard — with his glove.

Today it’ll still be a kids’ game.

Today you’ll be a kid.

Today is Opening Day.

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