Good morning GH.  I can tell by looking out the weather window, that the day is dawning bright and clear.  I can tell without looking, that the day is also dawning on the cool side.  I promised Steph that she could help me learn how to add pictures to the blog, but I figured that since all of my readers are in my house this weekend, that I could get up and blog this AM without any concerns.  I can experiment later with the picture thing and still have time for other pursuits today.  I was asked last night about why I hadn't commented in my blog about the opening of the 2012 baseball season.  One of the reasons, I can now admit, is that like many baseball fans, especially those with a bit of the Windy City in their blood, I am very superstitious,  In Chicago, we have that goat thing still hanging over what is the most storied bunch of losers in baseball history.  Indeed, the Cubs didn't disappoint me, yet again.  They managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory once again.  Ryan Dempster pitched a masterful game, recording 10 strikeouts during his 8 and 2/3 innings of work.  The Cubs, true to form, staked him to a terrific lead, 1-0, and he had no choice but to perform like that.  However, his replacements treated the baseball like it was something they couldn't wait to get away from, treating it like it was a flaming orb that had to get out of their hands and then only if they could either miss the plate or something, which led to a Washington lead of 2-1, I knew.  Even on a day when a guy I've never heard of was playing third base and hitting as though he and the baseball were never to meet, got a triple, and then a pinch runner, I knew not to get too hopeful.  I was right.  The next hitter hit a weak grounder and the guy coaching at third sent the runner into a sure out at the plate.  I think he was channeling "Waving Wendell."  So much for victory.  Oh well, wait til next year.  Meanwhile, the Tigers and the Red Sox saw a masterful pitching duel of their own.  But, as much as I liked the look of the game and Comerica Park, the Tigers managed to beat my beloved Red Sox in the home opener for the Tigers.  I call that being an omen.  So, if you ask how my day was, I'd say I haven't heard how the White Sox did.  If they lost, that would have been a good omen of things to come.  Otherwise, I don't know what will come of this baseball season.  Here's hoping that the White Caps have a good year.  Tea time.