Oh yeah, it’s opening week of the baseball season. The time when hope springs eternal even as snow and rain pour down on games, the brief period when you think: anything is possible and that seems like a plausible idea. I love baseball. Am I going to the home opener? No – last year I practically got pneumonia from sitting in the rain in Oakland. I’ll be in the ballpark soon though, and happily. Have an inspired Wednesday – smell the grass, have a hot dog. Tune into the game on your car radio. You get the gist.