I should be traveling, maybe fighting traffic, and hoping there's no check-in miscue at the hotel.
I should be wondering if I'm really ready to call the game. Did I get enough prep work done? Will I sound like an idiot? Will the broadcast gear work? How will pre-game go with a new coaching staff?
I should be silently dreading the traditional first-game complications. How soon will the press box open? Will I be in a new spot? How easy is access to electricity and wi-fi? Has the password changed? Can I see through the windows? Can I get a field mic out the window?
I should be bracing for the inevitable last-minute roster changes. Will the updated rosters include a player’s name AND number AND position? Will the updates happen soon enough to give me time to find out about the new guys? How late will I be up tonight, playing catch-up?
I should be nervously checking and re-checking the weather radar, if only out of habit. The forecast says there’s a slight chance of rain tonight – just HOW slight, exactly? What about a pop-up shower? Those things can come out of nowhere, you know.
I should be fretting over back-timing. How long will the pre-game ceremonies last? How close to the scheduled first pitch will the game actually start? At the station, are the board-ops ready? Can we go off script if we have to?
Today should be highly stressful.
Today should be Opening Day in the Appalachian League. But there is no baseball today, or for the foreseeable future.
I can only wish today was highly stressful.
I miss the stress. I miss baseball.