Dodgers ace Clayton Kershaw has been scratched from Sunday’s start against the Padres because of an inflamed back muscle.
The loss of the defending CY Young winner can be viewed by Padres fans in a multitude of ways but let’s start with these two basic visceral reactions:
A fantastic September 2013 start at Petco Park not withstanding, the Padres had some success against the NL’s best pitcher. Some fans want to see the Padres face Kershaw for this reason alone.
There’s always a chance that Kershaw’s performance could be sabotaged by explosive diarrhea. Some fans think diarrhea is funny. I’m one of them. However, I also respect the effectiveness of diarrhea on a starting pitcher’s performance. And I respect that it could happen again.
Is there a company out there that mismanages a great product better (worse?) than MLB?
Opening Day happened this week. Three times (Opening Night, April 1st, and for the Orioles, Rays, Indians and Blue Jays, April 2nd). That, my friends, does not an entrance make.
Opening Day used to matter. It still matters of course. But it used to MATTER. It of course matters very little in the grand scheme of things. Statistically, the results of Opening Day are poor barometers of a season’s success. It is, after all, only one game out of 162 games. But Opening Day matters in that it is symbolic that America’s National Pastime has returned. It is the unofficial start of spring for those that live in climates that experience such things as “seasons.” It is the end of what has felt like an interminable break from the final out of the World Series (where chances are you were not happy with the result) and the beginning of a campaign that just might be “our year.”
I have to admit, every time Opening Day rolls around, I feel like a little kid. I’ve always said that the first game of the baseball season should be considered a national holiday. Banks, government offices, and yes, schools should be closed to honor the NATIONAL pastime.
The first game of a baseball season always takes me back to my childhood in the suburbs of Chicago. Luckily in my grade school, teachers knew that the attention span of many of us in class was even lower than normal. So they’d roll in the big 19-inch black and white TV and we would watch baseball instead of doing our multiplication tables. I would say (even back then I was a bit of a smart aleck) we are still doing math, with that hit Bill Madlock is batting 1.000 for the season!
Baseball has such a special relationship with its fans. The season is long, but it seems like the winter (even in San Diego) is longer. There’s an emptiness that can’t be filled by one football game a week, by a couple of NBA or NHL games, some NCAA games, no sir. The only thing that can fill the void is the next season.
I have been so fortunate to have witnessed many openers, as a viewer/listener, spectator and broadcaster. The game is so special to me and in any capacity I love the opener.