I have survived approximately 15 New England winters throughout my lifetime. I can tell you first-hand that the stereotypes of New Englanders being grumpy and borderline rude are completely factual.

It’s very difficult to stay optimistic and friendly when every time you open your front door you’re met by gray clouds, negative degree weather and a death trap of three-foot icicles suspended above your head. It’s a depressing time in the Northeast, but there is one glimmer of hope that every New Englander clutches firmly throughout those disheartening and gloomy four months: baseball’s Opening Day.

Around the end of March or beginning of April, this day symbolizes that winter is coming to an end and soon our days will be filled with sunshine and baseball. It’s also a day of unity for New Englanders, as they celebrate a common love and respect for America’s greatest past time.

Baseball is part of the New England culture: Seafood, harsh winters and the Red Sox. Every casual conversation is concluded with an “Ay, go Sox.” Every Dunkin’ Donuts coffee cup proudly sports two red socks. The words, “Red Sox Nation” are displayed on every shop window, car bumper, billboard and even on signs in front of churches. Speaking of churches, Fenway park is a sanctuary for New Englanders, and for any American really, with its rich history. Not just the history of the game, but the history of America.

Baseball was invented in America. It’s been a popular sport since WWI. Before television, video games, iPods and smart-phones, there was baseball. Americans would flock to their local ballpark each weekend and fill the stands and bleachers to enjoy the sunshine and quality time with others over the ball game.

Baseball instilled a sense of pride in your team and, further more, in your city. You, as an individual, were immediately connected to everyone else who rooted for the success of your team. It’s a shared passion. Then, on a larger scale, you’re united with everyone who finds delight and inspiration in a game that originated in this very country. This provides a sense of pride in your country. It unites a country that is so often at odds, whether over politics, finances or war.

From the raw and classic talent of the greats like Babe Ruth to the history that’s been made within the green walls of Fenway or a young boy thumbing through pages of baseball cards, the superstitions and preciseness brings pride to all Americans.

This is our sport. This is our pastime. It brings hope and excitement to every big city in America, and, most importantly, it brings unity to our country as a whole.

We could all use a little more baseball in our lives.