Play Ball? Please
The first thing I do in the morning is check the sports section. I used to feel guilty about it, skipping over news of housing market collapses and unwinnable foreign wars. But as the world got stupider, and I got older and less concerned with what other people thought, that guilt dissipated. And I got comfortable with the fact that I’d rather peruse last night’s box scores over my morning coffee than how many people had been killed during the night because they prayed to a slightly different version of God than people with slightly better ammo.
Then this happened.
Take a look at this morning’s New York Times sports section. Here, I’ll break it down further for you:
The only vaguely game-related story is a feel-good soft piece on the last player to reach 3,000 hits. Not even current. The rest is an affirmation of the pathetic state of affairs in the current sports world.
As Charles Barkley once famously said, “I am not a role model.” And we loved him for it because 1) it’s Charles and Charles is fat and funny, and 2) it was honest and irreverent and an outlier, or so we thought.Â
But let’s pull back a little, because honestly, it would be awesome if just a few of you decided it was OK to be a role model. I wanna feel good about taking my kid to a ball game again and “Play ball!” should be a joyous shout from the home plate ump, not a desperate plea from the fans to two sides in a lockout.