Agony

I hate Major League Baseball.

Just when all hope is lost, when your Championship Manager pinch hits a .138 man for a .299 hitter, when your 2 out 2 men on batter is a sub-.200 hitter fresh from the DL the little squirt hits a double, scores two runs and ties the game.

By then, however, you’ve burned your closer in the 9th for no reason at all and your 10th inning pitcher can’t hold the lead and your top of the order “big bats” can’t scrape up the tying runs that your scrap wood bottom of the order guys can.

Not to mention your last League MVP who can’t buy a hit and single-handedly gave up the opposing team’s first run.

Son of a bitch.

I am sick and tired of paying $12 for parking, $27 for a ticket, $8.25 for a cheesesteak and $6.75 for endless beers only to witness a loss. I can’t honestly remember the last time I saw my team win a game. It doesn’t matter if it’s the Phillies or Red Sox, just my team – the one I am cheering for – win a game. I know I’m hard-coded to dwell on the negative and neglect the positive but this is really something.

I am just sick to death.

Why in the hell should I spend hundreds of dollars on Major League Baseball to watch the goddamned Keystone Kops take the field? I can go back to Maryland and watch A ball, eat and drink like a king and come away less than $30 poorer. A man can stand a loss when the wallet-weight-loss is negligible. This kind of crap I cannot stand.