Expect no paeans. No phrases smooth as the chalk at home plate before the first batter, nothing as carefully groomed as the pitcher's mound before the first pitch, nothing as memorable as a call by Jack Buck or Vin Scully.
You won't get your prescription filled for predictions, statistics, or sabremetrics.
There will be no unforgettable phrasesology: no channeling George Will or the estimable Dr. Krauthammer or any of the other lovers of the game with the gift of gab.
I cannot top Ebby LaLoosh: "A good friend of mine used to say, "This is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains." Think about that for a while."
There will only be a quiet rejoicing in the return of the diamond and the greensward, the crack of bats and pop of the mitts, the grace and extravagance of slides, stabs, leaps, and pivots.
There will be races, gimmicks, towels, scorecards, and pennants....
win or lose,
rain or shine...
Annie Savoy, 'Walt Whitman once said, "I see great things in baseball. It's our game, the American game. It will repair our losses and be a blessing to us." You could look it up.'
And all the people said.....