Let the Games Begin: Here's To Everything We Love About Opening Day

Here's to green grass cut ever so perfectly.

Here's to the beer vendor who picks the perfect time to walk by and knows you personally by the end of the season, along with the hot dog vendor who knows to come back after your first purchase.

Here's to the obnoxious fan who screams what everyone is thinking, and the outfielder who turns around to laugh at him. 

Here's to having a civilized conversation with a rival fan only to punch them innings later.

Here's to peanuts, Cracker Jacks, and those who are confused as to why sushi is sold at Los Angeles baseball games.

Here's to those who clean up the pile of peanut shells they leave behind. Better yet, here's to the freak peanuts that have three peanuts in them.  

Here's to girls in baseball caps.

Here's to girls who refuse to buy pink ones.

Here's to the fan who rolls their eyes overhearing idiotic comments from the common fan, and the stranger who corrects them.

Here's to laughing at Tim McCarver and Joe Morgan and muting the home run derby thanks to Chris Berman.

Here's to the seventh-inning stretch.

Here's to rivalries.

Here's to rain delays and, in the case of Cleveland and soon to be Minnesota, snow delays.

Here's to blown calls and the obnoxious cheers that follow the next correct one.

Here's to fans booing when a pitcher fakes to third and first, thinking it's a balk.

Here's to fans not knowing what a balk is.

Here's to the fans who know umpires' names and say, "Oh, no, not this guy."

Here's to the manager who is willing to stick up for his players even if it means losing some cash. 

Here's to knowing the All-Star voting will be awful.

Here's to the inside fastball that knocks the hitter to the dirt and the line drive right back at the pitcher that follows.

Here's to home run calls.

Here's to the player who can run with a big wad of tobacco in his mouth.

Here's to the player who takes the time before a game to make a kid's day by putting his name on a ball.

Here's to unlikely heroes, young prospects, veterans, comeback seasons, flop seasons, and everything in between.

Here's to yelling "fantasy" after a player from your team gets a hit.

Here's to Sports Illustrated predictions being completely wrong.

Here's to chicks digging the long ball, but real fans digging on-base percentage and pitching.

Here's to awards going to the correct player and the arguments for the wrong one. 

Here's to those who form their opinions outside the stereotypical ones of ESPN and the East Coast talking heads of Baseball Tonight .  Here's to Keith Law and Rob Neyer.

Here's to "I told you so" and the friends who conveniently forget incorrect arguments they made weeks previous.

Here's to relationships being put on hold for the three hours as two favorite teams are playing one another.

Here's to eye black, black eyes, intro songs that drive the crowd crazy, tailgaters, closers who sprint out of the bullpen, the player who lands an actual punch in a brawl, bats shattered over knees, tossed helmets, walkoff home runs, grand slams, bases-loaded strike outs, bases-loaded walks, no-hitters, perfect games, diving plays, errors, bunts, stolen bases, walks, knee-buckling breaking balls, gappers, double plays, triple plays, squeeze bunts, plays at the plate, balls off the foul pole, shots down the line, and watching the crowd's reaction to all of it.

Here's to getting chills during "The Star-Spangled Banner."

Here's to your team's magic number, whether it be to make the playoffs or a countdown until a dreadful season is over.

Here's to hoping for game 163.

Here's to a fool's hope your team will win the World Series.

Here's to whatever awful Bon Jovi song with "yeah" in the refrain is used for the postseason.

Here's to champagne-forced tears, mound celebrations, and opposing players who sit and stare at them from the losing dugout.

Here's to the addiction to winning due to knowing the heartache of losing.

Here's to the child attending their first game.

Here's to you for looking past the imperfections of cheating players and sticking with a perfect game.

Here's to the two greatest words in the English language.

Play ball.

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