Opening Day is Christmas in April. During spring training we receive hints at what we may or may not receive from our guys. Then that day in April comes when the umpire yells "Play!" and the games start to count again. We start to find out what gifts our team has for us this year. Some are great (the return of Todd Helton, first Opening Day), some are unexpected, and others many of us would prefer to exchange for something else. But in the end, we've all experienced something, no matter the outcome, truly wonderful: the collective feeling of being with our team through it all.
Abraham Lincoln was on the right track with the closing remarks in his first Inaugural Address, but I'll change some stuff around:
[...] We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from [fans in SoCal to New York to England to Korea], will yet swell the chorus of [Rockies Nation], when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
As I mentioned in a comment last night, I'll make a prediction on how the Rockies fare this season. They'll take the NL West with 85 wins. To borrow from Lincoln's second Inaugural Address:
With malice toward none, with charity for all [...], let [the Rockies] strive on to finish the work [of Rocktober, to prove that they should not be written off, to create the legends and myths for those fans who will come long after this season is gone, and] to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all [prognosticators].