A three and half inning game to decide the world championship of baseball? Fuck you, Bud Selig; you are the worst commissioner ever; Kenesaw Mountain Landis would ban your for life and Bartlett Giametti could write a book on how lame you are while simultaneously keeping score and eating a hotdog. But what should we expect from a former used-car salesman who still lets the AL have the DH?
If I were a Rays fan, I’d be pissed, even more if I had tickets to the Wednesday night game scheduled to be played at Tropicana Field.
What I don’t understand is why both teams couldn’t just have gone to Florida, played a full game as scheduled and then, if Tampa Bay won, play game six, and then, if need be, return to Philadelphia for a complete game seven at best, or, if this is the way they wanted to do it, finish out game five as necessary.
I heard some vague rumblings from Selig about a recent change in rules that allowed tied games to be called and then resumed at a later date, but shit! He’s the fuckin’ commish. He can make whatever rules he wants—as evidenced by his equally lamebrained decision to call the All-Star game a few years ago in the twelfth inning and declare it a tie.
Even in ice hockey they settle ties these days with a shootout; couldn’t they at least have settled the Midsummer Classic with a home run derby?
In any case, since I don’t care about either the Rays or the Phils, I can shut up now; had in been the Mariners and Dodgers, this would be volume one of a trilogy, at least.