Opening day was rainy, but that didn't dim his hopes. Baseball had arrived and it kicked out the cold, harsh winter. He thought briefly of the sport as a metaphor, but decided against it. That's been overplayed, he just wanted to watch the game. To lose himself in the stats. To annoy his girlfriend with constant updates, to look at box scores every morning in the paper, this is his heaven. Walks, RBI, WHIP, OPS. Abbreviations that mean nothing to anyone else. The season lasts exactly as long as the school year, and in a way, some things never change.
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