Regular readers of MondayMonday over the years know that we are frequently moved to write about the sheer wonder of baseball's Opening Day; about its recuperative qualities and its ability to make everything old new again. Perhaps we have moved so emphatically into this advanced age of curmudgeonliness that we can no longer see that forest for the trees. By "trees" we mean aches and pains, daily problems that drain vitality, and the disjunct that comes from relying on a game to justify a smile. However, if we were being philosophical about it (heaven forbid!), we might say that it's less about the game then about the smile.