This morning would have brought the most wonderfully weightless feeling.
This was going to be moving day. One of the best days of the year. A person rarely gets this feeling after being 10 years old on Christmas morning. The anticipation makes everyone giddy. You could stub your toe and sing a song. Such is the intoxication on the last of 40-something days — each increasingly like the one before it — of spring training.
The final game that didn’t count was to be at 12:05 p.m. The Padres were playing the Cubs in Mesa, Ariz.
Opening day was close enough to feel.