They say the game is too long. Where are these people going in such a hurry, anyway? They scoff at the warmups of a relief pitcher, the strategy of manager against manager, the intentional walk. They compare football with baseball. The two games are about as similar as ice cream and onion soup. To say baseball is dead is akin to saving popcorn is out of style, hot dogs have lost their national appeal, the crack of the hat under a warm summer sun is not a satisfying sound and knothole gangs never existed. Maybe these kooks who insist baseball is dead would foster 12 months of football—then eventually kill that. Perhaps they could push bleacher seats to campus riots as an adequate substitute for the game.
What is wrong with being normal? Baseball is normal.
WILLIAM P. HALL