Is it just me, or do more people seem interested in baseball this year?
I think the regeneration of the Mets and Yankees, each with sparkling new stadiums, is part of it. Maybe there's a hangover from the Phillies winning the World Series - it's Philadelphia, where a hangover is a good thing. There's the story of Manny and Torre in Dodgerland - which replaced Vero Beach with some Arizona desert complex this year. A Cy Young winner in San Francisco, plus Randy Johnson and the young lively arms of Cain, Lowry and Sanchez. The Baby A's. Cub dreams. Big stories in major markets.

And then there's the tragedy of Nick Adenhart's death, who will live on only in our memories now. I thought of Nick when I took the two 'Hat Rack boys to see the Salt Lake Bees play tonight. We saw Adenhart pitch last summer. His number is emblazoned in front of the Bees' dugout now, and adorns the team's uniforms.
It was Opening Night on the Wasatch Front, and an announced crowd of 10,000+ braved swirling clouds (it stayed dry). The "Hat Rack boys lasted 6 full innings - their best performance to date. We started 11 rows back from the field near the third base dugout, then moved upstairs for better sighlines, ending behind the plate in the upper deck, where Lucca counted the panels on the home plate netting. I think they're a little more into baseball this year having learned more basics by playing baseball on the Wii. I kid you not.
Another pitching phenom, Anthony Delgado won his sixth game without a loss in a Bees' uniform - dating back to his late-season call up last year. Brad Coon, a smallish infielder who will serve as a pall bearer at Adenhart's funeral this coming week, homered. Grown men cried. Young men hit balls over the wall. Kids played catch. It was another day at the ballpark and another layer of legend and tribute in the Grand Ol' Game.
PS - This year's Bees' team is stacked. I think they'd split a season series against the Giants.
(Photo: Coon and Freddy Sandoval embrace c/o Salt Lake Tribune)
Update: Soccer's famed Bradley clan has a member I'd heard of long before the name Bob Bradley meant anything to me. Ex=Major League baseball player Scott Bradley suffered a loss equal in tragedy to the Angels' family this week.
Read about it here.