MLB: Welcome Back—Wake Me When It's Over

Tim CroleySenior Analyst IFebruary 29, 2008

I’d like to welcome back MLB; unfortunately it’s here once again.

Oh, wow, did I just say that out loud?

Now, don’t misunderstand me.  I do watch baseball.

The opening series will be interesting, because something new and different always seems to catch one’s eye, at least for a moment.

And I’ll probably watch the homerun derby, the one highlight of the sporting world during the summer.

I might even watch the World Series.  No, wait…football will have started by then. Scratch that last thought.

Alright, go ahead; bash me—I know you want to. For all of you who love baseball, and still think it is America’s pastime, go ahead and release the demons upon me for degrading your precious little game.

After all, baseball still stands untainted and undaunted from the steroids issue, right? People can still watch a game without speculating on which player is going to be sent before Congress next, or am I wrong?

If I am wrong let me know; I’m sure your going to do that anyway. Let me know which player over the past 15 years has been America’s hero without jacking-up on the juice or cutting corners in some way. I can think of maybe three.

Barry Bonds, the one who soon will hold the reign as baseball’s homerun king, one of the most revered stats in all of sports, has been nothing short of a model citizen and has always played the game by…oh, I forgot about the steroid issue. Scratch that thought also.

Well, there was Mark McGwire. Now he was the first to revive the baseball craze when he shattered the single season homerun record back in the mid-nineties. Now there’s a man you can look to as having a clean….oh, my bad; he had some problem with steroids I think.

Oh well, you can count on everyone’s hero, Sammy Sosa.  He shared in the glory with McGwire by chasing the record with him. He has to be the one…wait a second, didn’t he cork his bats and pretend to be ignorant of the English language when summoned before Congress?

By the way, is he still playing?

Let me try a different route: pitchers. Pitchers are clean and pure and have nothing to do with damaging the game. They are quiet and go out and do their jobs and…ouch, oh no, I forgot about the Clemens saga and the Petite confessions. Man, there goes pitching.

Okay, I’ll try one more big-name hero before I give up: A-Rod. Now there’s a man you can count on. He has consistently performed….well, at least in the regular season. And all you can really say negatively about him is that he has a tendency to choke in the post-season.

You got to give it to him though for marketing himself. He will probably even be receiving a check from MLB until the day he dies.

Now there’s a man we can all look to in the game for inspiration, unless of course you are a fan of one of his former teams. In that case, you probably hate him, too, because your team owes him more money than his current team.

Well, beyond the fact that it is hard to find a true hero in the game, I am so thrilled. Now for the next month I can watch highlights of pre-season MLB games that are virtually meaningless, being played before the highlights of college and NBA basketball games that people really care about.

For the next month we can all begin to cringe knowing that there are only about 200+ games per team – preseason plus regular season – to be played before the agony is over.

And if we are only so lucky, the team in our part of the world will not make the play-offs, ending what would have been another three potential series of games to add upon the already exaggerated season of torture that seems never ending.

So from now until August, let’s all enjoy March Madness and go into our hibernating coma until America’s real pastime comes around – football!

Okay, okay, I might go watch a minor league game. After all I do love ball park food. And if I’m lucky a minor league game might have the potential to give me a purer sense of the game without all the hassle.

This is not the same game that it once was, but then again I guess nothing really is.

So with that being said, welcome back, MLB.

Well, greetings at least.