So we've all spent this offseason on an emotional rollercoaster, reacting to the slightest bits of information and projecting entire alternate universes of events that contain Zack Greinke biopics, Mark Teahen growing a mustache and becoming roommates with Jeff Kent only to injure himself playing on his motorcycle in his driveway coming off an MVP season, Sidney Ponson strangling stray cats and punting infants, and Alex Gordon retiring to become a Nobel Prize-winning astrophysicist and accomplished concert pianist. Or maybe that's just me.
The fact is without games we have projected our hopes and fears onto the preseason minutae that generally means very little. Just think of how certain we were that Ryan Shealy would be snatched up if not kept on the 25-man roster or the fear that accompanied our certainty that Ross Gload would somehow weasel his way into 350 plate appearances.
Given all this fretting over what this season holds for the Royals, perhaps the delay of the season opener is a good thing. After all, even the most negative of us Royals fans are holding on to a glimmer of hope driven by the perception of parity in the AL Central. One more day without implosion, without the utter destruction of all the hope that lies within our hearts, one more day without an intensely painful letdown that we have become accustomed to in April is one more day in which we can hold onto hope.
Maybe our hopes of a division title can be realized, but the most pragmatic of Royals fans have been bludgeoned into a state in which this does not seem likely, and a lot of things need to break right for our wishes to be fulfilled.
Now if only I can manage to stay away from anything in which I might see the score of the game until I get home from work.
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