...I know, I know, it's bad luck...it took me two hours to get this thing uploaded...I did the time.
The postponement of yesterday’s World Series game six has a lot of people talking. Talking about what it means for the line-up, talking about what it means for the series, and talking about what it means for modern baseball.
Yes, apparently calling the game because of the possibility of a rain delay was a good move.
I want to agree with this, I do, but memories (too many to count) of enduring far worse with far less at stake are giving me pause.
If kindergarteners can endure torrential rains for a game of soccer it seems to me that professional baseball players can suck it up for nine innings.
I suppose there is the vast gap between dozens of fans (optimistic even as a five-year-old) and thousands that has to be considered as well.
However, isn’t that what fluorescent ponchos were created for? So that when you sit through nine inning of game six of the World Series in freezing cold rain you can tell your friends at home that you’re the one with the neon orange tarp draped over you amid the sea of red and other equally blinding plastic sheet color choices.
So I hate to call the MLB a bunch of pansies, but…
I suppose the decision showed a healthy level of restraint and flexibility and concern for the well-being of players and spectators alike…hint, hint all of you kindergarten soccer officials out there.
GO CARDS!!!
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“Pro Leagues Must Recognize Their Limits”: New York Times
…bi-daily smile…
