Opening Day in baseball holds a special place in sports for me. Sometimes I don't know exactly when basketball or hockey season starts, but I would feel down right guilty if I missed opening day at the ball park. It's one of the things that makes it feel like spring. Clouds, rain, even unseasonably cold weather can't dampen the spirit. I save up a day of leave, or work overtime the days leading up, buy a group of tickets on Stubhub even if I end up going alone or can't get money back for the extras. My superstitious friends and I insist on being there for the first pitch. No time for cheap bears today. That's for later in the season I guess. What's not to love? What does opening day mean to you?