With this two-game opener streak underway, the next year we decided we had to go to the game, and then we went the next year and the year after that. After that, the streak took on a life of its own. It was an annual reunion, a chance to get caught up on family news and gossip, and we even watch the game. Over the cheering stadium crowds you might now hear the strains of Sunrise Sunset as we wax rhapsodic about our 40 years of opening days together, but we didn’t really keep track of it, and we didn’t want to jinx it either. We just enjoy the moment. We don’t have a scrapbook, blog or Instagram account chronicling our 40 year friendship or the team’s ups and downs. We do love to brag that we that we were at Cal’s first opening day his rookie year, 1982, when he hit a home run in his first at bat, and that we outlasted Cal Ripken’s streak.