Detroit Tigers selling free tickets to 13 and under.
I am sour on baseball. It’s not the game itself that has me bothered
but rather the way it is being played on the Major League (MLB) level.
It is now World Series time and I am not even that excited. It’s not
because my team is not in it but rather my heart is not in it. This MLB
lifer is not in the game.
There are a number of contributing factors to this but I will isolate
this down to three manifestations of one big problem. The problem is
pride. Maybe I should say “greed” instead so that people don’t think in
sports terms that have baptized “pride” as virtue. I am bugged by the
greed.
1) The Steroids: I was glued to the TV when McGuire
and Sosa were battling for the Home Run titles at the end of the 90′s.
Then we found out that steroid usage was rampant in the game. It wasn’t
just a few guys, no, there was a widespread epidemic afoot. It seemed
like many guys were cheating. Suddenly the reality gap between video
games and real games got smaller. It wasn’t just because graphics got
better; no, MLB became more fake. This became a significant rock in my
baseball watching shoe.
2) The Free-Agency: As a Red Sox fan I have
personally benefitted from a team that opens up its purses to pay people
a lot of money to play for them (and by consequence not for other
teams). However, somewhere in the midst of the massive open-market that
is Major League Baseball we have begun to root not for people but for
the uniforms. My rooting interest in a team becomes strangely
disassociated from the players wearing the uniforms. Rich teams pilfer
poor teams and superstars leave cities to go and play for other markets.
Nobody gets too attached to anybody or any team. It looks and feels a
lot different than the game I loved to watch at Fenway Park growing up.
3) The Lack of Hustle:
This really is my big issue. I watch these guys play and it is obvious
that many of them are not giving 100%. If you flip on a game in May you
will see people that look like they have the intensity of a company
softball game. Guys not running out ground balls, making careless plays,
and failing to think strategically. As a case in point if you turn on
the World Series you will see a different game than you see in June.
There is so much more intensity. Last night we saw Cardinal pitcher
Chris Carpenter give up his body and dive into first base to get the
out. Sadly, this type of hustle and sacrifice is not the norm throughout
the year. The post-season guys are playing the game like it matters.
Well, there is something else that matters for me, time and money. I
don’t have a lot of either. If I am going to plunk down the time and
money to go to a game or sit and watch it then I expect the players to
hustle. When I don’t I look elsewhere. And if you haven’t noticed,
football players hustle. If they don’t they will lose their jobs. It is
no accident that the NFL is expanding it’s dominance over the MLB.
I think all of us have grown to expect and even tolerate greed in
this world (the analysis of this is worth the brain power). However,
when it comes to MLB it has become clear that I can’t take it. It’s over
the top. That’s why I’m calling the bullpen for something better to do
with my time.
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