One of my favorite scenes from the movie Back to the Future is when Doc Brown is standing at the clock tower waiting for Marty McFly to return from the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. They are under extreme time pressure if they hope to send Marty back to 1985 using the lightning strike to the tower. I mean where else are you going to get 1.21 gigawatts especially in 1955. So here is Doc Brown pacing back and forth looking at the various time pieces he is carrying. Each time he looks at his watch he mutters, “Damn!” and continues pacing. This is pretty much how my entire week is going to go.
Beginning at 12:40 PM today I began looking at my watch realizing that Opening Day for the Arizona Diamondbacks is nearly upon us. We can no longer gauge the amount of time remaining in terms of months and we just surpassed being able to use weeks. The countdown is now a matter of days and if I really wanted to be crazy I could start quoting that there is less than 167 hours remaining. Of course when I start using three digit hours to express how close the season is my family starts freaking out.
It seems they may not share my level of enthusiasm to have baseball resume. There have already been secret meetings held in the living room where they discussed how they are planning to keep dad in line and reduce the number of games I will attend to a more reasonable level. We seem to have a disagreement on what exactly a reasonable level is. I thought reasonable was somewhere in the 162 game range while they tend to believe that 81 is still in the insanity range. I don’t even want to go into the episode where I suggested that we take the kids to Chicago the first of October to visit Trina’s family. I thought I was being quite thoughtful. Problem is that Trina doesn’t have family in Chicago. She has a sister in Indiana. Personally I thought Indiana was a suburb of Chicago so I should have gotten credit for at least being close. I think maybe my problem might have been when I suggested that he sister could come to Chicago and we could have dinner after the game.
I still challenge that I cannot be held accountable for my enthusiasm this time of year. With a mere 167 hours uh I mean 7 days until Opening Day you cannot help but be excited. We are about to embark on a wondrous 162 stage journey that will takes us to places we never could have imagined. And along the way we’ll bask in the sunlight of a spring afternoon and the stars that dot the summer sky. We’ll watch as players reach historical milestones and make each of us feel as though we are children again. With our days filled with news stories about what a horrible situation our country is in, we deserve that time at the ballpark when baseball erases the daily grind and helps us to remember everything that is right in the universe. With that outlook Opening Day can’t come soon enough as far as I’m concerned. Now where is that kid who is supposed to drive the DeLoren back to the future?