Just in time for Opening Day, I was able to finally get my hands on a bat from Mitchell Bat Co. The Beantown. Honestly, I need it for a little bit of therapy. Opening Day in Boston is crisp and inspiring and remarkable on a bunch of levels (Jet flyovers! Day drinking!) and for the first time in seven years we're not there for it. Which is a little tough, but that's life, friends. We move on to new places and new stages.

Back to the bat. She is a beaut. The attention to detail is really quite impressive, and you couldn't ask to order from a finer fella than Jeremy down in Nashville.

And while the Red Sox may not win it all, I pretty much feel like I have.

Play ball.