The most beautiful day of the year is finally upon us and it couldn't have come soon enough. Tomorrow, at long last, is Opening Day. The period between the Super Bowl and the start of the Major League Baseball season are some of the darkest that sports fans must endure. The NFL season concludes in early February, the NBA and NHL regular seasons are a bigger joke than Amanda Black, and while the NCAA tournament does offer us some relief, tis merely a band-aid trying to cover up a hemorrhaging flesh wound. Baseball restores the wind in our sails and offers salvation from the doldrums of winter. It means beer, and overpriced souvenirs, and all-you-can-eat-gorge-yourself-until-you-die right field pavilions. It means drunken arguments with friends over whether Jake Westbrook or Brian Matsuz is a better two-start fantasy option in the upcoming week. It makes all these beautiful, wondrous things relevant again in our hearts and minds. Birthdays are great. Christmas and Hannukah are nice. But this, Opening Day, is truly the most wonderful time of the year.