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Posted by Charles P. Pierce  February 15, 2010 04:06 PM

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What else can I say but, "Thank you, merciful Savior." The Truck made it to Fort Myers. The Truck did not accidentally turn north and end up in Montreal. It was not surrounded and ransacked by giant mutant fruit-bats in New Jersey, or the ghosts of the Confederate dead in Virginia, or sunscreened seniors at South Of The Border in South Carolina. The drivers did not run off and join the Jehovah Witnesses, or lose themselves in some soon-to-be-an-MSNBC-special fleshpot along I-95.

I will never understand this. Why is the truck's leaving such a big, organic deal?  Why is it that the truck's pulling away signals the start of spring, and the renewal of earth, and all those other things besides spitting and cursing that baseball represents? What if the truck just takes off one day, never to return, and we see no sign of it until David Ortiz's PlayStation turns up on eBay? Does baseball disappear? Does spring never come? The departure of trucks is not universally considered a good sporting omen. Ask the football fans in Baltimore.

Shouldn't it be the arrival of the truck that truly signifies all of that is good and well-marketed  about the game? Shouldn't that be the first sign of rebirth, renewal and $7 cups of light beer? And, as a bonus, if this were the case, it would be the Fort Myers media that got stuck with covering this nonsense every year.
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