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Yes, my friend, the end is near.
But who gives a shit?
It's Opening Day. I'm going to have a hot dog and a beer. I'm going to sit in the sunshine till the back of my neck is red and raw and my ass stings like a shot of tequila on a bad patch of strep throat.
What the hell, I'm having two hot dogs.
Once a year, every aspect of life should have an Opening Day. Every business should have one. Every friendship should have one. Every family should have one.
A day when everything starts over. When all of last year's successes and failures go into the record book, never to be discussed again. A day when the slate is clean and the possibilities are unlimited. A day when you call in sick-and-tired; when you leave the fucking Blackberry in the glove compartment; when you go somewhere where the grass is perfect and the people are unaccountably cheerful.
It's Opening Day. Play fucking ball!
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