Monday, October 17, 2005

I hate you, Baseball!

I really do! I want my Arrested Development and I want it now! Damn you for preempting it. WAAAA!!

A disclaimer: I really only hate major league baseball. The family went to a St. Paul Saints game for the first time this (last) summer and had a ball. And the reason we had fun had next to nothing to do with baseball. The game was all about the fun stuff happening between innings: pig races, pillow fighting, musical giant meatball (when the music stopped the person holding the giant beach-meat ball won a spaghetti dinner delivered right to her seat), kid races, pig dancing, in the stand massages, etc., etc.

That's what baseball ought to be.

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