February 12, Brownsville.
Opening day came and went and I don't know a thing about it other than the ocean of mud everywhere, the worst condition you want to work in when nothing is in place to alleviate it.
How far from opening day last year and its endless lines of people waiting under the sun to get tickets, and the elation of it all.
I feel a little better, but my chest hurts badly when I cough, which is still too often. The sun is trying to get out this morning.
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