There’s nothing like that new car smell. The Rangers have it. There’s new everywhere, from the front office to the players on the field, to the actual field they are playing on.

There’s nothing like that new baseball season smell. Full fresh cut (artificial) grass and the leather of the gloves and smell of hotdogs and beer.

The sweet aroma of hope is all around this team.

Win or lose, that least there is new in the air. Which is much better than the stagnation old that the Rangers have stripped away.

There will be injuries. There will be heartbreak. There will be disappointment.

But there’s new blood. And new mistakes. New triumphs as well. David Dahl driving in Nate Lowe. Ian Kennedy saving a win for Mike Folynewicz. 

There’s nothing like that new car smell. It may be a Ferrari. Or more likely a Yugo. But it’s shiny. And it’s ours. And I can’t wait to see it taken out for a spin tomorrow.