I Waited Forty-Three Days for This?

For the first time in forty-three days, both sides in the MLB lockout met yesterday, as the owners offered a handful of new ideas. Then both sides went back into their respective caves without setting a date for the next negotiating session. Shame on me for expecting anyone to act like an adult. If they were in big-boy mode, owners would admit publicly that the players aren’t out to ruin the game, and players would concede that revenue sharing has definite merits. I doubt that even New York could support six teams. Either small-market teams receive financial support, or the game needs to downsize to fit the big markets available. I assume nobody wants that. Alas, bargaining in good faith is so 20th century. Instead of looking forward to the start of spring training in another thirty days or so, fans can watch labor and management engage in a game of Chicken. Thanks, but no thanks.