I love the smell of peanuts and crackerjacks in the afternoon.

Yesterday was the Yankees home opener.

The game was snowed out on Monday.

Baseball is obviously not an all-weather sport.

Opening Day was cold and rainy…a hearty, wet welcome to the Boys of Summer.

All the non-sporty spice readers, be a team player and hang in there…you will be able to relate.

A relationship with a sports team is like a marriage.

Initially, you fall madly in love.

It’s all new and exciting.

Then you eventually have a bad day, experiencing rejection, loss, hurt feelings.

Then one shining moment and all is forgiven and you are once again falling head over heels in love.

And so goes the sporting life.

Almost everyday, 162 games over the next 5-6 months, I have a playmate.

It’s soothing and at times pure joy to hear the crack of the bat and the roar of the crowd in the background.

With the daily crap that comes out of Washington, I am happy to have a positive distraction.

And I can report that during yesterday’s home opener I felt nothing but love, contentment and a true sense of elation.

The Yankees won big yesterday.

All is on the upswing.

We will see what today brings.

As with life and marriage, it’s one day at a time.