Baseball? Who the hell wants to see a bunch of grown men doing drugs?
If I really wanna do that, I'll go back to visit my old friends from college, or maybe buy a ticket to a CSN concert. Either way, it won't cost me nearly as much, and stoners are so much more pleasant to be around than steroid users.

I grew up on Santo, Kessinger, Beckert and Banks and before that Cox, Reese, Robinson and Hodges (if you're young or live across the pond,the respective infields of the lowly mid 60's Chicago Cubs and the awesome early 50's Brooklyn Dodgers). Baseball was an great game back then, and played by a bunch of guys who for the most part were truly blue collar heroes. They left a great legacy which was first tarnished, and now, in my eyes, altogether lost.

Since the strike of 94-95, when despite an average salary of $1.8 million, these Major League whiners decided they just had to sit it out for 234 days to improve their standard of living, I have found it really hard to give a rat's ass about the entire sport. At the time, I made a promise to myself that the first year I earn $1,800,000, I'm going to go on strike as well.
I hope some day to be able to keep it, but that's about as likely as my caring about ML Baseball anytime soon.




Oh, and the Yankees? As always, %*#@! 'em.