As fate would have it, the final night of my trip to Phoenix coincided with Arizona State baseball’s season opener. Unsure of my ability to navigate the light rail to Tempe, I left plenty early — only to arrive an hour before game time. What a wonderful misjudgment. I walked the perimeter of the stadium once or twice, took in the view of the mountains to the north, watched the grounds crew prepare the field, got a bratwurst and soaked it all in. This song played as the first batter came up, on a perfect evening in the Valley of the Sun. Thank you, God. Baseball’s back.