Baffling...Simply Baffling
Paul continues his near religious ferver for baseball season. The latest in the series has him quoting 60's relic John Fogerty.
Now I like baseball. Or rather, I like the idea of baseball more than the game itself. In its ideal form, it's the quintessential American game. One with no clock and a great history filled with colorful characters and storied games. It's a warm summer evening with hot dogs and beer and the crack of the bat. All American family fun.
Back in reality, it's a game played by over rated, over paid whiners who make bowlers look like athletes. There are currently 19,514 teams playing 346,503,196 games in a season. Baseball now runs 24 hours a day until October. Then the playoffs begin which lasts until six minutes before Spring Training.
Tickets for a family of four cost more than the car you will drive to the park. There you will pay one week's salary for the privlige of parking next to two people who will slam their doors into your car repeatedly. Once you enter into the park, instantaneous Weimar Republic rates on inflation take hold and t-shirts now cost north of $100. Popcorn becomes as scarce as diamonds which can only explain the pricing. A snifter of the worst American beer available goes for $42.50. The average American must now work until August to afford a family outing to a professional baseball game.
All this just to watch the Phillies lose over and over and over. They'll make the playoffs but then fall apart completely. They're like the Jets of baseball.
Now I like baseball. Or rather, I like the idea of baseball more than the game itself. In its ideal form, it's the quintessential American game. One with no clock and a great history filled with colorful characters and storied games. It's a warm summer evening with hot dogs and beer and the crack of the bat. All American family fun.
Back in reality, it's a game played by over rated, over paid whiners who make bowlers look like athletes. There are currently 19,514 teams playing 346,503,196 games in a season. Baseball now runs 24 hours a day until October. Then the playoffs begin which lasts until six minutes before Spring Training.
Tickets for a family of four cost more than the car you will drive to the park. There you will pay one week's salary for the privlige of parking next to two people who will slam their doors into your car repeatedly. Once you enter into the park, instantaneous Weimar Republic rates on inflation take hold and t-shirts now cost north of $100. Popcorn becomes as scarce as diamonds which can only explain the pricing. A snifter of the worst American beer available goes for $42.50. The average American must now work until August to afford a family outing to a professional baseball game.
All this just to watch the Phillies lose over and over and over. They'll make the playoffs but then fall apart completely. They're like the Jets of baseball.
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