So much for Obama’s highly touted “Rule of Law” in Libya. Moammar Gadhafi was captured, tried, found guilty, and executed in the blinking of an eye by a New York Yankee’s fan. It says a bunch for the glorious export of Western-style democracy … and commercialism. Which foreign leader wants to be next in the sights of America’s freedom rifle?
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For the past two evenings, I’ve tried to watch the baseball World Series. It was the first time I’ve watched a full inning of baseball on TV—except for a few college games—since the ’89 earthquake series and will probably be the last time. I don’t know why I even tuned in to the game last night or the night before. I suppose it is something like watching a teeny-bopper titty flick; sometimes I feel compelled to do so and always end up wishing I hadn’t. Baseball is so boring, especially on TV. Nine players run into the playing field and then try to make three players on the opposing team wish they were somewhere else. The opposing players try to make the field team look like fools. The problem is that it is almost entirely in slow motion; you’d think they were getting paid by the hour for their efforts instead of the multimillion dollar salaries they each receive, win or lose.
The only way I could possibly become interested in baseball again would be for them to have some excitement between innings. How about a few downs of football, something like the colleges have in their overtime games between the first and second inning? How about a dirt track World of Outlaws auto heat race between the fourth and fifth innings. For that all important seventh inning stretch, they could play a couple holes of pro golf in the outfield. Between the top and bottom of the ninth, they could have a music concert. At least people would get their money’s worth of entertainment throughout the event. Maybe they could cut the baseball game to four innings so people could get home at a decent hour.
In my youth, I loved baseball and the Brooklyn Dodger’s first baseman Gil Hodges was my favorite player. However, the New York Yankees were my favorite team. I liked many players from other teams, too. Back then they had real men who were players first, very much the opposite today’s coiffed automatons who play the game only for the money. When Pete “Charlie Hussle” Rose was forced out of the game in 1989 by its commissioner of betting, I lost all interest in the sport and realized it was no longer a game but instead it had become just another big entertainment business, much like a Madonna concert. The fan’s wants have been removed from the game except for the money they generate for team owners and players.
You da Man, Pete!
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Rant’s over … Have a great weekend!
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For the past two evenings, I’ve tried to watch the baseball World Series. It was the first time I’ve watched a full inning of baseball on TV—except for a few college games—since the ’89 earthquake series and will probably be the last time. I don’t know why I even tuned in to the game last night or the night before. I suppose it is something like watching a teeny-bopper titty flick; sometimes I feel compelled to do so and always end up wishing I hadn’t. Baseball is so boring, especially on TV. Nine players run into the playing field and then try to make three players on the opposing team wish they were somewhere else. The opposing players try to make the field team look like fools. The problem is that it is almost entirely in slow motion; you’d think they were getting paid by the hour for their efforts instead of the multimillion dollar salaries they each receive, win or lose.
The only way I could possibly become interested in baseball again would be for them to have some excitement between innings. How about a few downs of football, something like the colleges have in their overtime games between the first and second inning? How about a dirt track World of Outlaws auto heat race between the fourth and fifth innings. For that all important seventh inning stretch, they could play a couple holes of pro golf in the outfield. Between the top and bottom of the ninth, they could have a music concert. At least people would get their money’s worth of entertainment throughout the event. Maybe they could cut the baseball game to four innings so people could get home at a decent hour.
In my youth, I loved baseball and the Brooklyn Dodger’s first baseman Gil Hodges was my favorite player. However, the New York Yankees were my favorite team. I liked many players from other teams, too. Back then they had real men who were players first, very much the opposite today’s coiffed automatons who play the game only for the money. When Pete “Charlie Hussle” Rose was forced out of the game in 1989 by its commissioner of betting, I lost all interest in the sport and realized it was no longer a game but instead it had become just another big entertainment business, much like a Madonna concert. The fan’s wants have been removed from the game except for the money they generate for team owners and players.
You da Man, Pete!
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Rant’s over … Have a great weekend!
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2 comments:
Bravo! Johnny get your gun! The underground city at Qom, Iran is next! God knows what they might be hiding there! Nothing like the extensive underground Air Base facilities in the desert in the SouthWest.
Re: baseball... its slow... I can relax and watch them scratch their crotches in slow motion.
I hope Israel has its sights set on Qom.
Baseball is a good reason to read books. :-)
Thanks, Maggie.
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