Time flies and so does the snow.
In Chicago.
At least that was the forecast yesterday for the first day of the World Series. I like it. Baseball is for Summer, as conclusively proven by White Sox owner Bill Veeck when he gave his men bermuda shorts to wear.
Perhaps a good snow pelting will make Major League Baseball reconsider their scheduling. If that were to happen, they'd find themselves in a pinch. They can't leave the 162-game schedule: the record books would get all botched up. They can't start the season any earlier: they'll have (more) snow on opening day. And they can't abandon the expanded playoffs, which have proven enormously popular.
They'd have only one option (besides instructing umpires to “throw” games to southern teams): Play the games during the day, when the sun warms up the field.
I realize I'm talking heresy. Baseball is all about money. Revenue is greater during night games. Therefore, baseball must be played at night.
A simple syllogism, and highly compelling as long as the first principle is admitted.
And who can deny it? Who cares if children can't watch the games? Who cares if fans have to walk around the south side of Chicago at midnight? Who cares if the weather is ridiculously cold and snow flies? Who cares if many of baseball's greatest games were played in the sunlight?
The ratings will be higher.
And the ratings bring greater money for the owners and players and the League. Nothing else matters, even tradition, children, and common sense.
I'll watch portions of the first couple of innings.
And then go to bed.
