Baseball these days is almost unwatchable. Without a device that can skip through commercials you’re watching drama on a par with paint drying. The only time I can watch a game in real time is when I have it on in the background while I’m practicing, or when I’m eating. Thanks to a revolving door of relief pitchers from the 6th inning on, the game has slowed to a crawl. Throw in a few booth reviews and the snail-like pace of most pitchers and hitters and you’ve got yourself a cheap sedative.
What is it with these corporate push-button managers? They’ve got bullpens, often eight deep, stacked with loutish buffoons, each one throwing in the high 90s. Yet these pampered gorillas are seemingly incapable of throwing more than one inning at a time.
Then you’ve got the delicate genius managers in the mold of Tony La Russa, such as Cubs manager, Joe Maddon, and Cardinals skipper, Mike Matheny, who mix and match righties and lefties until you want to throw a shoe at the screen. God forbid these guys ever get into a marathon 20 inning game, they’ll have to forfeit when they run out of players.