October 4, 2006
Growing up I always remember sneaking home from school for lunch just so I could watch a couple of innings of the baseball playoffs. Even though my mother packed me a lunch, I would find some excuse to come home just to see how the game was going. Afternoon playoff baseball was just a way of life. It just would not be right if someone suggested that the games should be played at night. There were always two games a day; one from the National League and one from the American League. It seemed so simple yet somehow that has become lost. Now we have to account for three divisions per league and of course everyone’s favorite the wild card. There are still some afternoon games but with all of the teams involved, it requires an advanced degree in quantum physics to determine who plays when and which game we are on. Fortunately I used to be a rocket scientist so I feel qualified to complain about how this is playing out.