How
can major-league baseball play the National Anthem gamer after game, year after
year, and still act so cowardly? Or did
I miss it when Abner Doubleday ruled that the best baseball is played in late
October—dare I say early November?—at night?
The
World Series games start at 7 PM in my neck of the woods. If you live on the East Coast, too bad about
that 14-inning game one, which ended at 1:19 AM. And if you live on the West Coast, why aren’t
you lucky, but I’d look out for the drought, brush fires, earthquakes,
threatened football team moves…
Why
doesn’t MLB just throw in the towel and bow down to the power of the NFL? I mean, they’re killing the game bit by bit. Kids can’s stay up late to watch the game’s
premier event, and adults can’t stand the commercials, unless Fox starts
running one where Mulder and Scully abduct Buck and Reynolds. Show some guts, people, and set the first
pitch for no later than 6 PM Eastern Time.
Those of us living elsewhere will adjust just fine.
Until then, we should
all be thankful that last night’s 7-1 Royals’ victory came in at six minutes
under three hours. They must have lost a
commercial somewhere.
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