Frozen ropes.

Yesterday was the start of Major League Baseball's 2016 season! Spring is here!

Crap.

Oh yes, we got snow, and 50 mph wind gusts. Tralfaz the dog was happy, because he lives in a blasted fur coat; we naked primates were less than thrilled. Most of it actually melted by the end of the day, but as I type this it's snowing again.

As for baseball, and the Beloved New York Mets, well, I'm glad they didn't open at home, considering the weather. And now, because Interleague Play doesn't already suck ash (or maple), the Mets had to get their World Series loss rubbed in their faces by opening the season in Kansas City. Stupid baseball. Stupid Royals. And stupid Mets. Picked up right where they left off, missing crucial opportunities (9 left on base, 1 for 10 with runners in scoring position!) and losing 4-3. It's great to have a fearsome pitching staff, but when you can't get the clutch hits you might as well have kooky klown pitchers out there. A close loss is a loss.

Will our fandom suffer all these heartaches?

Ha! Nonsense! Even our dog poop bags are ready in Mets orange and blue!

Let's hope the rest of the season isn't too dog-poop-related.