illustration by Samara Pearlstein
The home opener is the Opening Day that matters most, since that’s where the hometown fans get to see real live baseball in front of their faces. Also, the Tigers won, which means I can acknowledge the game without sacrificing my emotional equilibrium and general ability to function in society without snapping irritably at everyone around me. That’s Real Baseball.
I actually have no idea what the deal is with this cartoon. Originally I had big plans for it, but stuff just wasn’t working out. I think I threw out four or five different Paws sketches that looked nothing like this. Then I was going to at least do a background until I got lazy and that didn’t happen either. But it’s the home opener so I felt like I had to have something new up, and this is what was left in an open Photoshop window. Save-as-jpeg and there you go, internet.
How great was it to see Victor Martinez smash the baseball for the first time in home whites? Somewhere between ‘wicked awesomely great’ and ‘perfect’, I should expect.
I really enjoyed getting out to an early lead. It takes the pressure off and keeps the game from getting too stressful, which is nice because I get enough of that from the Red Sox in my life these days, thank you. Close games are fun and low-scoring pitchers’ battles or high-scoring slugfests can both be fun, but sometimes you just want to see a game that doesn’t make your blood pressure skyrocket.
Max inspired good feelings. When he’s on, he’s on. This bodes well if you are willing to take one game against the Royals as a Sign, and I totally am.
I think there was more to this post but I am falling asleep, so this is what you get.
Plus everyone stuck it out on the ballpark despite the cold, wet weather and the ominous Tarp of the Field. If you were perfectly willing to sit through all that because it was Opening Day, congratulations. Mad respect.