Monday, April 05, 2010
Or as my pal B-Town says, basketball is about tempo. Baseball is about tension. And in a Yanks-Bosawx game there is no tension. Only the kind of drunk punch-counterpunch that comes from two fighters who know each other far too well. You don't need Mushnick to tell you that a 9-inning game should not last nearly 4 hours. All the worse that it's on a Sunday school-night.
There are plenty of common-sense ways to reduce the length of games, which hurt tv ratings and general attention to the sport. But long games are great for owners because it means the fans actually attending the game have more time to stuff their face with sausages and t-shirts to cover their corpulent frames. Owners have always been reluctant to trade short-term cheese for the longer-term health of the game.
Today's Met game didn't do much better, clocking in at 3+hours for a fairly straightforward game. Not much to get excited about, the Mets always do well on Opening Day. Grrman does a nice job rounding up just how transitory and sad today's starting lineup is.
One thing watching all this baseball does do is make a man FIEND for sticks. But alas, 5 days till the freakin weekend.
When you ask people what historical figure(s) they would like to have dinner with, you always hear the standard answers, like "Jesus", "Pope John Paul", "Gandhi", "George Washington", etc, etc. Yawn. Any self-respecting man would fall over themselves to rip into a steak with any (all, if possible) of these dudes: