Today, overweight, middle-aged Americans across the country will button their shirts and head to work. By shirts, I mean authentic Jeterpujolsrodriguez jerseys. And by work, I mean go eat hot dogs, drink beer, and get a sunburn on the portion of their necks not covered in back hair. (And that’s just the women.) That’s right. It’s opening day of Major League Baseball. With such a long season, I’m often tempted not to tune in until the playoff races start getting interesting. MAYBE around the All-Star break. (Why then? Seven words: Ken. Griffey. Junior. Super. Nintendo. Homerun. Derby.) To help set the mood for the season (and to perhaps encourage greater participation on my part), I’d like to take a look back at three of my favorite baseball movies: Major League, The Sandlot, and A League of Their Own. (I realize there are tons of great baseball movies. I’m not saying these are the top three -- okay, I am and if you disagree you're a fool. But if I tried to discuss all of them, this would go on forever... forever…forever…) These are some my favorite moments from each film, as well as a few general thoughts and lingering questions.