Baseball DIY

I don’t like to write about the current season, because I feel that that kind of discourse is rather disposable and riddled with emotion. But, you know, what the heck.

My three favorite teams are still alive and, to varying degrees, well. The Cardinals have the NL Central locked up, the A’s currently lead the AL West and show signs of preparing to drop the hammer on the Angels, and those pesky Nats won’t go away in the NL East or Wild Card races. The dream scenario is Cards-A’s in the World Series. They could totally play up the Mulder-for-Haren/Calero/Barton deal, with extensive profiles on the modus operandi of Walt Jocketty and Billy Beane. The only thing wrong with that is that Tim McCarver would side with Walt Jocketty, and I don’t want him cheering on my general manager. That’s just bad joojoo...And a little fashion note: I really like the A’s green jerseys. I’m usually against road non-grays, but this is an exception.

I saw on Baseball Tonight that Rafael Palmeiro has taken to wearing earplugs during games to block out the boos. Nothing says “I’m sorry” like ignoring the situation. It’s hard for me to believe that he gets more boos than Bonds or Craig Counsell (am I the only one who boos Craig Counsell?), and you don’t see them running the bases hooked in to their iPods. Well, I think Manny does sometimes.

Every year around this time, I get the nauseated feeling that can only mean that the NFL season will arrive soon. It’s not that I don’t like the NFL, it’s just that...well, it’s not baseball. The NFL and MLB co-exist for only a month or so, and then baseball’s gone, so, subconsciously, I blame the NFL for baseball going away. Nonsensical, yes, but it’s true. So in the grand tradition of saying things you don’t actually mean and whining about thing you can’t actually change, let me just say: I hate you, NFL. We were doing just fine without you.