Clare called last night. Once upon a time, I would’ve been watching a
ballgame on TV. Now, I spend pretty much
every night reading. I guess that’s a
good thing.
First, we talked baseball. It seems that the owners in the guise of Commissioner
Rob “The Undertaker” Manfred have invoked their authority per the March
agreement with players to declare, Play Ball, per their rules. From what I can tell, many if not all of the
concessions offered players during subsequent negotiations are off the table. No word yet on games ending in ties, so,
fingers crossed.
I can’t wait for Bill DeWitt or
some other owner tell me how this all benefits fans. Do tell.
Maybe sixty games should be the new standard. That way, they could raise ticket prices to
more than double, and on beer, too. All
I know is the only person making sense on either side is Trevor Bauer. Really, end times.
After commiserating on the sorry
state of baseball, we discussed The Titan Games, which featured a transgender
contestant. I almost wished that fact
hadn’t been mentioned because the transition was such that you never would’ve
thought otherwise. I’ll take last night’s
episode as evidence of social progress, unlike anything coming out of what used
to be the national pastime.
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