The memories of the good ole days are the reason I will never watch baseball again. I want to remember the way the game used to be. When I was a kid, I was able to sit in the outfield bleachers and watch the Phillies for $0.50 or $0.75. It cost more to take mass transit to get to and from the game than to watch the game. Times were more innocent and safe too. I'd go with a group of friends when I was 9, 10, 11 years old. I don't think many parents would let their kids do that today. I recall the All-star ballots at the game, and my father used to get them on his lunch break to bring home. He would go over to a bank at lunch and Bill Giles, the owner of the Phillies, would be there handing out stacks of ballots. Yeah, stuffing the ballot box in Philadelphia starts at a young age.
MLB—fun as a kid. Today’s “action” is a good way to start a nap!