Opening Day lives at the metaphorical intersection of Hope and Faith. If every day were Opening Day, nobody would ever need an alarm clock. Opening Day is the first day of the rest of our lives.
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What the Day is: Renewal, optimism and a rare demonstration of civic one-ness. Who doesn’t love a parade? Or, this year, the idea of a parade.
What the Day isn’t: Central to what baseball is all about: A 162-game grind in which little moments are cause for celebration. What matters more: A walk-off home run in Game 1?