Opening Day always does something to me.

There’s a crack of the bat, the smell of the grass, the feeling that maybe—just maybe—this is the year everything comes together.

And when it does? When the ball clears the fence?

That’s my kind of joy.

Touchdown joy.

Home run joy.

The kind that shows up when the result goes your way.

I’ve lived a lot of my life there.

And then there’s Julio Rodriguez.