According to the Oct. 30 Columbian story, “World Series averages record low television rating,” a year’s worth of relative baseball boredom was crowned by a World Series of definitive baseball boredom.
There are more than 2,000 baseball games in a regular season. Talk about diluting the stock. True, there is a subtle sprinkling of exciting games, but that, statistically, is bound to happen.
Baseball ranks 6 (out of 150) on the inertia scale where most of the movement is generated by the transfer of outrageous sums of money from the pockets of the “little people” to the giant bank accounts of those who gorge their egos because they learned to hit a ball with a stick. Like every other major sport that once existed to entertain in return for a modest recompense that didn’t equal (for an average family) the monthly mortgage payment on a condo, baseball has gone the way of bloated greed.
The great majority of us are much like sheep, providing the riches and comforts of wool in return for a little withered grass.
