i have to be honest, i don't really like the all american past time.
i didn't like playing right field in doubleheaders. i didnt like peeling off my pads and seeing dust soaked like tanlines into my skin. i didnt like being told what i was doing wrong by an overweight middle-aged guy who stood in the shade the whole time as if he knew what it was like.
as a viewing sport, it is the sheer novelty of minor league games such as a big wheel race after the 3rd and more junk food than is good for you that make it a tolerable social outing.
i am glad to be in a country where the national sport is acknowledged to be ridiculous and at least the outfits are better. a Ned in a white varsity sweater is far better than kneesocks and ballcap Jimbo's the world over.
but all this dirty pessimism of course doesn't negate the greatness of a unifying cause and the rush of singing the national anthem 5,000 voices strong.
i just don't see the need to watch it on television. especially at dawn on a tuesday. baseball is of course, not shown on any of the 4 BBC channels, even if it is the astros first world series. which means my only option is to watch a live cast on the MLB website at phils house (avid Jays fan that he is, he's subscribed to the whole season. freak.) - which is 1:05 am on Grenwich Mean Time.
suffice to say, i don't think my love of the game outweighs my love of sleep even with hot dogs and beer thrown in.
well, ask me again at the football post-season.
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