There is joy in Mudville (at least today)!

Finally, finally, finally, after that ridiculous teaser over in Japan last week (voiceover: Looks like Mussina's last pitch was a breaking ball sponsored by Ricoh. Holy cow! Look at that heater. Whoops -- forgot to mention it was sponsored by Sony Ericsson), baseball is upon us. And as they seem to do every April, my beloved (really!) Rockies have launched the season with pomp and circumstance and solid pitching and power hitting, bringing me fresh hope that maybe this year (this year!) will be the one in which they vanquish thin air and bullpen ineptitude and second-half slumps and make me proud.

Were they aiming to tease me with promise and possibility, yesterday's opener was the money shot. Not only did my boys win, but they beat Randy Johnson in his home park on a near-flawless performance by a journeyman pitcher vying for the annual Failing Career Reborn in Colorado crown.

And so hope springs eternal, each spring.

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[mom]

I guess you wrote this before tonight's debacle. Easy come, easy go. But with 160 more games to go, anything is possible. And as you well know, those of us (your parents) who grew up with the BROOKLYN Dodgers understand the meaning of "wait'll next year" like no one else, even Cubs fans. Will THIS be the year? Probably not. But that's what makes baseball magical - there will always be a next year.