Today the beloved team from New York (as opposed to the forces of darkness from the Bronx) opens the season in Cincinnati. After a weekend of temperatures more appropriate for early April in Santa Barbara than north Wicklow, it seems possible to me that the Mets might still be playing in October. Sure it's a long shot, but if we can have summer in April why can't the Mets have summer in October? That's what Opening Day is all about – hope.
UPDATE: What started so brightly ended so darkly. Three Cincinnati runs in the 9th on 2 home runs gave the Reds the victory. Tomorrow.
