Waiting rooms, waiting rooms everywhere...

But not a ticket to be had.

God bless Single Game Ticket On-Sale Day.

Opening Day starts to feel just close enough to be seem tangible, and we're given a whimsically self-indulgent excuse to put off work and class until Monday. It's a day just as likely to be filled with the exultative joy of "getting through" ("Jim got Opening Day!" "Wilbur got Crosstown Classic!") as it is to be wrought with the frustration and cursing not unlike that of a sailor on shore leave in Provo ("#&@$!!!").

It's been the latter type for NS9. I've struck out completely (get it?!? PUNNY!), while Mom snagged a pair of tickets for the July 21st matchup with the D'Backs (Big Z's bobblehead day). If you've got an extra Opening Day ticket, I'd love to be your friend.