As usual, MLB about to give the shaft to its fans
Posted: Monday January 29, 2007 11:22AM; Updated: Monday January 29, 2007 11:22AM
If you want me to be completely honest with you, I'll just come right out and say it: I'm not sure that I'm in love with you anymore. OK? Do you feel better, now that it's out there all honest and raw? Because I don't. And I'm not even sure that I mean what I'm saying.
Look Baseball, it's been a while since we talked. But you know as well as I do, that's the type of relationship we've always had. We fall in love all over again each February, we're torrid from March through June, things get stagnant in July and August, and then we go all out in September and October. Then Football shows up and I hang out with her and Basketball throughout the winter. You know I'm coming back though, and each and every spring, like clockwork, we get together again.
So why am I thinking of moving on? After all, we've always had good times, and you've allowed me to watch my favorite team win an unheard of 14 straight division titles.
Well, to be honest, you've been acting differently lately. Not good different, strange different. I've always paid attention to you. You've always fulfilled my needs. And then I heard about this, about how you're trying to take away my Extra Innings package. After three straight summers of my being able to spend more or less unlimited time with you, you're leaving cable TV behind? For a satellite system I'm not allowed to have in my apartment building? Why? Why would you break something up that's worked so well?
There was a time when I would've done practically anything for you. I rushed home from school every day to throw a tennis ball against the wall of my parent's house. I loved the summer months when it was light outside later in the afternoon, so my dad could come home from work and throw pop flies for me to catch. There was that grand slam that I hit during little league, that game-winning RBI I had playing JV in high school. My knees still crackle and pop when I walk from too many years of crouching behind the plate.
I'll never forget sitting in an almost completely empty Fulton County Stadium, watching some miserable Braves teams get pounded. I won't forget Sid Bream sliding into home plate in 1992, and being with thousands of college students as we poured into downtown Athens to celebrate in the streets. I was there at Turner Field in 1999 for Game Six of the NLCS, when Kenny Rogers melted down. I saw the Braves win a World Series.
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