Major League Baseball's All-Star Game was earlier this week, and it was at least more interesting than the annual (in recent years) National Football League's Pro Bowl (All-Star Flag football) game.
I'm a Yankees fan (actually a New York baseball fan to include the NY Mets who are having a difficult season to put it mildly) and because my dad was a New York (baseball) Giants fan before they moved to the West Coast with the Brooklyn Dodgers in May of 1957, also a San Francisco Giants fan.
Mom was a Brooklyn Dodgers fan so in the middle fifties I grew up in a household with two broken-hearted baseball fans as parents. Los Angeles Dodgers are ludicrously in the lead of the National League West Division (I would say 'they should be because they have the biggest payroll in the MLB,' but both the Yankees and Mets aren't too many dollars behind them and don't have the position in the standings they do).
All professional sports are a conundrum in a way. We, the fans, see the teams as ours, and root passionately for anyone wearing the colors, until they don't (Red Sox fans loved Wade Boggs until he signed with the Yankees and then not so much),
But the people who own the teams, almost exclusively billionaire white guys, see them as their property to relocate as they see fit and can turn an additional dollar (just in case you thought Horace Stoneham and Walter O'Malley yearned to enjoy the sea breezes of the Pacific Ocean).
I'm a grumpy traditionalist who loathes the designated hitter, the designated runner, the put-a-guy-at second-to-start-the-tenth-inning-if-the-game-goes to extra innings (unless my team wins as a result). The game that was good enough for my father and his father before him (I'm guessing) is more than good enough for me.
With the exception of umpiring; that can certainly be improved. There's a bit too much personal bias to my taste, so maybe, but only maybe, robot umpires are a step in the right direction for baseball. Play ball!
-bill kenny.
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