Down to the Last Penny

 The Tribune did a cute little story yesterday about those dinosaur fans who still score the game.  Yes, I’m one of them, and, yes, I passed on the skill to my daughter.  But, no, my father didn’t teach me.  At games, he sat in his seat, more stoic than fan.  It was like he expected a beating over the course of nine innings, after which we could go for hot dogs.

Anyway, the best part of the story concerned a switch the Cubs pulled off—no more scorecards for $1.50 ($1 at the Cell, by the way).  Instead, anyone who wants to score an NLCS game has to fork over $10 for a program, with scorecard attached.  Really, ten bucks to score a game?  Didn’t they make enough off the tickets, or do they figure anyone who has the cash for a playoff game won’t mind a little price gouging with scorecards?

Baseball is on the path of self-destruction by taking too long and costing too much.  We should be arriving any day now.