Your bladder is burning. Under any other circumstance, you would have high tailed it to the bathroom.
You are out of beer. Under any other circumstance, you’d be grabbing one from your fridge or braving the line at the stadium.
But your seat is firmly planted in a seat. You are not getting up. You are not taking your eyes off the field or the tv.
One of those players is up.
As I write this, I’m sitting through MLB Extra Innings’ commercial break because Bryce Harper is up next. He has hit a homerun in each of his at bats so far today and despite the 3 cups of coffee I’ve had since the game began, I’m not going anywhere.
For so many years, it was Ken Griffey Jr. He is, to me, the very personification of those types of players. You never, ever, not for a nuclear war, got up when he was due up. No matter how commonplace it became, you never missed a chance to see him cut loose that achingly beautiful swing.
Old time baseball scouts love to say that you just know when a player is special. You feel it in your gut.
With all due respect to baseball wisdom, I say you feel it in your bladder.
Happy Opening Day!