Good Morning, out there.
Is it early, or what?
The clock on the microwave says 5:50. I don't know when I've ever seen this.
But it's all for a good cause. After all, it's Opening Day, although not of the traditional kind, but still it's Major League Baseball's first game: Boston vs. Oakland from Tokyo.
Daisuke Matzusaka vs. Joe Blanton.
The moon is full and it's still pitch dark, yet we're about to embark on the first pitch at 6:05 a.m.
I'm trying to remember other times in the past 10 years I've set my alarm to get up before 6 a.m.
Once or twice, to catch an early flight.
Once to run a marathon, twice for a half.
A few times to catch a bible study.
Once to catch the Aurora Borealis in Okeechobee, Fla., which was a complete waste of time.
Hopefully, I won't be saying that today.
It's 5:59 a.m. Let's play ball.