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The Joe Sheehan Newsletter
Opening Day
March 27, 2025
You’ll watch baseball today.
You’ll see Garrett Crochet whip 99 from that impossible arm angle, and Bryce Harper take a massive hack, and Pete Crow-Armstrong turn a double into an out.
The White Sox are tied for first. The Marlins are tied for first. The Pirates are tied for first.
Two Cy Young winners in Los Angeles. Two Rookies of the Year in Houston. Two Managers of the Year in San Diego.
You’ll watch baseball today.
You got the tickets back in January for you and your daughter, first-base side just like she prefers. Or you have a cave set up with enough screens -- and snacks -- to cover the 11 games happening by 4:30 p.m. Perhaps you’re stuck at work, sneaking peeks at your phone, hoping your guys get off to a 1-0 start, just this once.
Maybe Elly De La Cruz will steal two bases and your breath with them. Maybe Bobby Witt Jr. will go home to third in the time it took me to write it. Maybe Paul Skenes will take a no-hitter into the eighth.
You’ll watch baseball today.
You’ll throw on that Mitchell & Ness your sister got for you last Christmas. Pair it with that lucky hat you picked up the night they made that awesome comeback with the walkoff homer back in ’15. Your favorite Semien jersey. Your favorite Kershaw jersey. Your favorite Bonds jersey.
You’ll get off the 4 train, the Red Line, the Metro, you and 30,000 of your closest friends, all going to the same party.
You could eat a half-smoke. A brat. A Dodger Dog. A soft pretzel that never tastes better than at a ballgame. Ice cream in a helmet.
You’ll try not to, but you’ll be checking on your fantasy team, hoping Freddy Peralta stole a win or Bruce Bochy tipped his hand about his closer or Michael Harris II filled the box score. Some Angel hit two homers? Is he on the waiver wire?
No matter how we come to this great game, no matter how we love it, today is the day for all of us. There is no change in our world, our passionate, devoted, seamheaded world, quite like this one. It was not baseball season yesterday, and today, it is baseball season.
We’ll watch baseball today.
Opening Day.
March 27, 2025
You’ll watch baseball today.
You’ll see Garrett Crochet whip 99 from that impossible arm angle, and Bryce Harper take a massive hack, and Pete Crow-Armstrong turn a double into an out.
The White Sox are tied for first. The Marlins are tied for first. The Pirates are tied for first.
Two Cy Young winners in Los Angeles. Two Rookies of the Year in Houston. Two Managers of the Year in San Diego.
You’ll watch baseball today.
You got the tickets back in January for you and your daughter, first-base side just like she prefers. Or you have a cave set up with enough screens -- and snacks -- to cover the 11 games happening by 4:30 p.m. Perhaps you’re stuck at work, sneaking peeks at your phone, hoping your guys get off to a 1-0 start, just this once.
Maybe Elly De La Cruz will steal two bases and your breath with them. Maybe Bobby Witt Jr. will go home to third in the time it took me to write it. Maybe Paul Skenes will take a no-hitter into the eighth.
You’ll watch baseball today.
You’ll throw on that Mitchell & Ness your sister got for you last Christmas. Pair it with that lucky hat you picked up the night they made that awesome comeback with the walkoff homer back in ’15. Your favorite Semien jersey. Your favorite Kershaw jersey. Your favorite Bonds jersey.
You’ll get off the 4 train, the Red Line, the Metro, you and 30,000 of your closest friends, all going to the same party.
You could eat a half-smoke. A brat. A Dodger Dog. A soft pretzel that never tastes better than at a ballgame. Ice cream in a helmet.
You’ll try not to, but you’ll be checking on your fantasy team, hoping Freddy Peralta stole a win or Bruce Bochy tipped his hand about his closer or Michael Harris II filled the box score. Some Angel hit two homers? Is he on the waiver wire?
No matter how we come to this great game, no matter how we love it, today is the day for all of us. There is no change in our world, our passionate, devoted, seamheaded world, quite like this one. It was not baseball season yesterday, and today, it is baseball season.
We’ll watch baseball today.
Opening Day.
