I've had my first box of cracker jack.

Its a cool, windy Monday here in Chicago and something is excellent. You can almost smell it on the wind. Something... something being grilled. A hamburger? No, a hotdog? No, a polish with onions. The onions are being made right next to the polish. Its a thing of a beauty. Tasty anyway. They taste best with the sun on your face, you butt in a blue plastic seat and that seat located at 35th and Shields.

Sadly, I am not heading to opening day this year. Even sadder, is that I will not be continuing my personal opening day tradition of faking it. I usually grab some friends, or just myself, schlep up to a friendly bar and watch the game. We cheer, moan and call our manager a moron. No, today I have to catch the game over that interweb thing, but with luck I will get the ChiSox radio announcers. Oh Farmer and Rooney, how I have missed you.

My building, in a surprising turn of events, decided to celebrate the start of the baseball season. They did this by handing out boxes of cracker jack to everyone walking in. I almost mugged the man handing them out. Mugged him and then hugged him.

Baseball starts today people, and I've had my first box of cracker jack. Have you?
- posted by Pat @ 2:13 PM