No, I'm not talking about Christmas. I'm talking about something even better.
Tomorrow, I will observe the most important holiday on MY personal calendar: Opening Day. I will observe it the best way possible: by getting up bright and early, grabbing a cup of coffee, and heading to the ballpark for a day of grilling, beer, and April afternoon baseball.
Are the Phillies going to be any good this year? Probably not. But the great thing about Opening Day is the hope.. even in towns like Milwaukee with the perennially terrible Brewers, there is still the buzz of excitement... the buzz of possibility.
In this way, as in many others, baseball is a metaphor for life. There is a long grind to come which will separate winners from losers, the best from the rest... some have a better shot at success than others, some appear to be doomed before the first pitch is thrown.
But until the last out is recorded, the last game played... there is ALWAYS a chance to do what nobody thought you could. Go Phillies.