It’s been a weird year, baseball-wise. I haven’t watched a single baseball game. Not the Mets. Not the Yanks. I think this is the first year since I was a kid that I haven’t seen a game on t.v. Is it the new field? Is it all the drugs in the game? Is it a feeling that it has all become as phony as pro-wrestling? That there really aren’t teams anymore? A team is just a collection of the best players you can afford at any given time. I think that’s what has bothered me the most. I know it was always a business – but it’s like the curtain has been raised at the end of the Wizard of Oz and I find it difficult to be naive again. I wish I could go back to the way it was – or maybe the way I was – but I flick on a game and see another team playing. Those who were my heros last year, are now supposed to be my enemies.
I feel worse than when they traded Lenny Dykstra. (Did you hear that he became a millionaire businessman with some car business and then lost it all?)
Instead, I found myself watching golf and tennis and even ping-pong, and games that involved one player-against-another. I can’t think of any sport that is as boring as t.v. golf – but there I was – watching it and wondering if Tiger Woods could come back after some bad play during the middle of the game. Well, Shea is gone. I guess I’ll stick with tennis now. Maybe professional boxing will make a comeback. I used to be a big fan of that bloody science.