April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Don't you know by now? If it's April, the Blue Jays must have a losing record.

The Orioles. The first-place Orioles.

Fenway Park, kids. Site of much memorable baseball history. But I think Bette Davis said it best:

"What a dump."

Still imperial, still evil....

After coming off a hugely disappointing split of their season-opening series in Tampa Bay, the Blue Jays hope some home cooking will get them back on track as they return to SkyDome for their first home opening set against Boston.


The Blue Jays will get to play on an all-dirt infield at home for the first time in their 40-year franchise history. (Image from Toronto Star)

The 2016 regular season begins where the 2015 campaign ended last year - Tropicana Field in St. Petersburg, Florida.


The Blue Jays managed to win a series at Tropicana Field in 2015 but still dropped six of nine overall.
(Image from Deadspin.com)

The season is over as far as I'm concerned but MLB insists on one more best-of-seven set before officially closing the book on 2015. Apparently, Game 1 of the World Series between the team I can't bring myself to identify and the New York Mets was supposedly an eventful one.

I come from downtown
Born ready for you
Armed with will and determination
And grace, too

There's no simple explanation
for anything important any of us do
And yeah, the human tragedy
consists in the necessity
of living with the consequences
under pressure

I can cry, beg and whine
To every rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe

Tom Thomson came paddling past
I'm pretty sure it was him
And he spoke so softly in accordance
To the growing of the dim
He said, "Bring on a brand new renaissance
'Cause I think I'm ready
I've been shaking all night long
But my hands are steady"

I know your crowd
And they're not that proud
At least not from what I've seen
Flies in the ink leave
Footprints across the sea
Trace them back to where it all gets had
You find the cuts never run too deep
The cuts never run too deep

Take out the part that breaks my heart
And makes me sound uncaring
If you eliminate the swearing
Then I could show my mother
That you can go from one chord to another

Wouldn't you like to keep moving
Your life would be slightly improving
When you better come on by
And take a letter down
And send it out as sympathy

She cried "Bingo", you finally clued in
I guess I never thought to look there
What you took you can give back
But I never kept track