This week marks the start of another Major League Baseball season. It is my 48th, if you count the 1966 season which I joined “in progress” during the summer, at the age of 10. I’ve been to three opening days, all in Cincinnati where I lived at the time. The first was in 1987, at what was then known as Riverfront Stadium, before the stadiums started taking on corporate sponsor names. (By the way, the Reds got the next best thing to NOT having corporate named ballparks by virtue of their sponsor being “Great American” (as in the Bank) , so it is known as “Great American Ball Park”, which works almost as a protest to naming ballparks after companies. Not really, but I like how that worked out)
The Reds beat Steve Carlton that day, who was making what I believe to be his final Opening Day start. How about you readers? What is your story about opening days? Does one stand out in your memory? Tell us about it.
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"The old ox plows a straight furrow."
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