I’m sad to baseball end. During the season you can guarantee something good on television most nights, arrange dates or family/friend gatherings in little plastic seats over the bright green expanse of the field where you’ve got an almost unbeatable game experience to compensate the overpriced beers, and have a daily conversation topic with most everyone I know.
*sigh*
I was silly happy to see the Dodgers go as far as they did and I figured, like last year, if they’re going to lose to someone they might as well lose to the team everyone else lost to as well. So I actually rooted for the Phillies over the Yankees during this World Series. And I was a sad panda when it all ended with the Yankees’ 27th World Series victory.
From an article titled Baseball Flame on Feministe:
“When teams like the Yankees buy all their talent, it takes the heart out of the game for fans who appreciate the teamwork and training needed to achieve a mutually shared goal like winning a national title. Where’s the art in buying your team?”
Thoughts?
-CJ
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