Opening day is supposed to be the one day that off kicks off every 162 game season that is universally lauded as a joyous occasion. Doesn't matter if your team is expected to defend their title or offend their fanbase, because - if only for one afternoon - the sun shines a little bit brighter, the birds chirp a little bit louder, and the beers go down a little bit smoother once meaningful March baseball starts being played. That's why you really have to hand it to Derek Jeter. The pessimism that has been forced upon the entirety of the Marlins' organization and everyone that has a vested interest in their success is so unprecedented that it's actually impressive. I mean, even Mets fans were downright giddy in anticipation of the first pitch of 2018, and they have longstanding - and somehow still relevant - Family Guy jokes dedicated to the annual and inevitable demise of their drunken delight... Meanwhile, in Miami, things are so dismal and depressing that not only were fans ready for the art of that hyperbolic joke to imitate life, but they actually preemptively prepared for it by crafting their own shame shams. Think about pissed you have to be about the state of a franchise to sit down with scissors and a shopping bag during a morning off from work in an effort to show your frustrations with a 0-0 team, and then tell me this blatant tank hasn't already crushed the souls of approximately 20% of its loyal clientele. I want to say that was a nightmarish start to what promises to be the longest of seasons, but - assuming they didn't swing by Stop & Shop just to leave their message sitting under their seats unsent, those two couldn't have dreamt up a scenario in which their expectations would be met so swiftly.
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