Opening Day

Opening Day.

Something I have tried to ignore all day.

To no avail.

Funny, how something that comes every year,
that I never paid much attention to,
that really held no meaning to me previously
now looms so large 
as it brings floods of memories of Bill to mind.

Baseball was his game.
He played from Little League through his years at Akron University,
and after he graduated he played softball. 
Left Field. 
He was good, very good.

He was a Cleveland Indians fan.
And every year, 
Opening Day was an opportunity for his optimism to sky rocket.
Quite possibly this will be THE year seemed to be his motto every April.
And win or lose, he cheered them on through the whole season.

He never gave up on them.
Ever.
I used to joke that was how I knew he would remain faithful to me,
because if he never gave up on them, or any other Cleveland team,
I knew he would never give up on me, on us.

Opening Day.
New season ?
I am trying.