Today is one of the best days of my life. At about 1:10 this afternoon, I got a phone call from my mother.
"We got them," she said.
I screamed. Loudly. Then I ran out into the common room of my dorm and I screamed at my roommates. They knew exactly what had happened, and I'm guessing that most of you do, too.
I am going to Opening Day. And I really couldn't be more excited if I tried.
Not only have I never been to an Opening Day, this year, we're playing against New York, and it's an 8pm game. This means that I will be missing my 9am class the next morning, but the last time I missed that professor's class for a baseball game, he said "God bless you," so I don't see it being an issue.