Anticlimax
I know it doesn’t matter, and besides, it’s after the fact, old news, water under the bridge, but I’ll be damned if the end of this year’s baseball season didn’t suck eggs, all the way from Tampa Bay to Philadelphia and back again.
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.
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.
posted by Professor Dave at 12:54 PM
1 Comments:
yeah, the day after that lame-brained call of a tie of the All Star game, I was putting your nephews on a plane at the Milwaukee airport. And in addition to being the All Star game, the game was bat night - the check in line at the airport was full of angry baseball fans with bats in their hands - and they were all about to be forced to check or somehow get rid of those bats to get through security. It was one of the scariest fucking scenes I have ever been in ...
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