I think it's a little too soon. The memories are still fresh, the wounds still raw.

I think we're still in the doldrums a little bit, but as soon as the players find out whom we're playing, I'm sure they'll start looking forward to it.

As soon as this tragedy happened in New Orleans, I just was haunted by memories and thoughts about Roberto Clemente and sort of how he gave his life to help people in a situation like this. It was very heartening for me to see athletes of this era come through in ways larger than themselves.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee And cherish'd thine image for years; Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears.

It's strong and good and always fresh-tasting.