You know what I was thinking while I was watching baseball’s Opening Day? I was thinking about how much I love baseball’s Opening Day.

No sport has a beginning of its season like baseball. The introduction of the entire roster. The ceremonial first pitch. A stadium packed with fans thinking there’s a chance, if things go juuuust right, that their team could actually go 162-0.

I like Opening Day (there’s another reason … it has capital letters) so much that I would even watch a Milwaukee-San Diego. Oh wait … I did. Sure, anybody can watch the Cubs or the Yankees or the Dodgers,  I’m right there with the Brewers-Padres. And did I mention it went 12 innings? And that they didn’t even have to out a runner on second base to speed the game up? (That issue is for another day).

The Cubs’ Ian Happ hit the first pitch of the season out of the park. The Red Sox blew a 4-0 lead and the new manager is already on the hot seat. The Braves had their biggest comeback on Opening Day since 1900. Somebody you’ve never heard of for the White Sox hit three home runs, putting him on pace to hit 486 for the season. The Astros’ George Springer hit a leadoff home run for the second straight Opening Day. Giancarlo Stanton hit two home runs, apparently clinching the pennant for the Yankees, if you go by the post-game accounts.

All of that on one day. Maybe that kind of stuff can also happen on July 18 when nobody is looking. But it happened on Opening Day and everyone notices. Now it’s time to settle in for the next 161 games.

I’m happy to be along for the ride.