Baseball is back. I couldn't be happier. Regardless of when the calendar says spring starts, opening day is the true measure of when spring starts.

From growing up playing catch with my dad, baseball as a kid, to continuing to going to games today, there is nothing that compares to this on the sports world. Cracks of a bat. Pops of a mitt. Knowing you get six months of the most beautiful game.

It's spring, Hubski. And I'm happy and filled with memories. Here's to game one.