Proof, if proof is needed, that baseball's opening day looms from my pre-bed conversation with my lovely consort Country Mouse:
Weasel: "I was just watching the spring training highlights on NESN. That Matsuzaka has a wicked greasy slider. He's going to win a lot of games this season."
CM: "Who were they playing? The friggin' Marlins. Ooooh. Big Deal. And its only spring training."
WW: "I still think he looks good even though its early. The Sox are going to jump out to an early lead."
CM: "Like every year, and then they'll blow their brains out. They always get our hopes up then crush us."
WW: "I dunno. I just have a good feeling."
CM: "See? That's why you are not a proper Red Sox fan."
How can I argue with that, from someone born into Red Sox fandom, in Northern New England on a day the Sox lost 12-8 to the Orioles, a woman who celebrated the Sox in verse, and who still has a thing for Dennis Eckersley's mustache?