It is that time of year ("On opening day, remembering Earl" April 1). My season ticket package has arrived, and I am ready to see my beloved Orioles. We have had a long and sometimes chilly winter, but spring is upon us, and it arrives with a new beginning. I feel as if I am born again. Our boys are back. I walk on Eutaw Street with a sea of fans and vendors as I have repeated hundreds of times before and smell the wonderful aromas of Camden Yards. I walk into the tunnel in section 22 and visit again the green wall and the magnificent scoreboard and inhale the freshly cut grass as it fills my nostrils. I am home again.
For the fans and the players it is a fresh start. Some players we see again; others for the first time. They will bring with them the skills, the knowledge and the experience many of us would love to have.
The umpire shouts "Play ball!" All that went before is a memory. We all get another chance to glorify in the game that millions have loved as players and fans. And if we are lucky we will pay in October and hopefully reach the World Series, and if not we may recall the famous words of that Brooklyn fan as he shouted, "There's always next year."
Arnold Golberg, Baltimore