Once the sport of legends, stories, and great names and personalities, it's now a vulgar game of corporate athletes separated from the fans. In the old days you could meet your heroes because of the proximity of dugouts to the field. And our heroes were Aaron, Ernie Banks, Willie Mays..and scads of greats before that. These were wondrous fellows who made the games matter, even if your team was in the second division. Today their records lay in ruins beaten by cheaters. Baseball has very links to its past and it shows.
I loved the game more than I can tell you. Listening to Scully, Enberg, Bob Prince, Ernie Harwell, Bill King, Harry Caray.... Now the broadcasts largely consist of ex-jocks who describe nothing but what is in front of them. The poetry is gone. At the stadium prices are exorbitant, the food is terrible, the memorabilia is worthless and priced in the stratosphere, and the environment has all the flavor of a chain drugstore. Baseball has fallen in quality more than any other sport.
And don't talk to me about coming out to spring training to “sit in the sun.” The teams don't bring most of their players, wear the same color uniforms when competing, and charge hideous prices. I'll sit in my back yard and save a ton of money.
Bob Prince
Drunk or sober? Tears in his beer? Loyalty was his honor.
I too enjoyed baseball at one time. I lived in Atlanta and went to the Braves games when they were so bad only about 200 of us showed up for a game. It was neat to have a run of the stadium and sit anywhere you wanted to.
They acquired Bob Horner and then I lost interest in the game. Why? Horner would not play if he had a hang nail much less anything worse. He was sent to the minors when he started having some trouble hitting. He refused to go. They let him stay. That is when I quit paying my money for cry babies like him.