Opening Day is here
The smell of fresh cut grass
The smooth, untouched dirt
The sound of sizzling hotdogs

You waited months for this day
You worked hard all winter
Hours and hours of lifting weights
All the boring fundamentals you practiced

You just could not wait for the first game
Standing in the circle
All eyes on you
You are total in control of the game

Nothing feels better than getting the first strike out of the season
Nothing is better than getting the first hit
Nothing is better than scoring the first run
And nothing is better than winning
Opening Day.