(Disclaimer: there aren’t really lots of birthday presents in here. Just one. But I figured no one would click if I said there was just one.)
I am an Opening Day baby. April 8th is the day. The start of the regular season is right around then, which might be the best birthday present in the history of humanity on Planet Earth. Or it might not be. I haven’t been around that long, but I’m guessing even the cavemen would agree that it’s up there.
And yesterday I made my birthday plans. In four words: Fresno Grizzlies opening weekend. I’m a big Grizzlies fan but I’ve never made it down to Fresno to see them. 2 rows from the field. I am way, way excited.
Please don’t remind me that I have to make a presentation at 9:30 the next morning. (Who even makes presentations at 9:30 on a Saturday? Don’t ask me. I have no idea.)
I’ve been reading up on the stadium but if anyone’s been there and has some tips on food or parking, do share. Or if you know anything about the spa treatment they claim to have. I am slightly doubtful but cautiously excited about that. They seem to be a million steps ahead of major league teams in terms of fan experience and promotional nights. I am not a Twilight person (really, really not) but from what I read that was brilliant last year. Except for the Red Cross Blood Donation stand. That was just in poor taste.
Now if you’ll excuse me, Tim Lincecum pitched nearly six innings, one run, struck out seven and I need to go bask in the glow of the best pitching staff in the Majors. Ciao and hasta la vista and all that.
p.s. To those who asked what I would get Brian Wilson for his birthday, which is today? I would go with a subtle hint. A razor.