Opening Day is finally here.

We survived the long, painful six months without baseball.

We can let go of an injury-riddled season, of Buster Posey’s horrific collision with Scott Cousins, of Andres Torres’s bittersweet departure.

It’s a new season and anything feels possible. These are not original or unfamiliar words to write, but they are so, so sweet today.

2012, here we come.