Why I’m Out on Baseball

The weather is warm and beer is flowing freely as the excitement of the 2015 Baseball Season has begun. It seems there is a surging uplift in intensity across my social spectrum as the San Francisco Giants (the home team beloved by pretty much my entire family) prepare to defend the World Series win they earned last October, and I couldn’t care less.


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This may come as a blow to some, evidence of insanity to others, but it’s something I came to terms with 6 months ago after much thought and deliberation. It’s not that I think baseball is boring, I don’t. I enjoy the game, there are few things more relaxing in the summer than lounging on the couch with a cooler full of beer watching the innings and outs tick by in glorious 1080p. I enjoy the game, the teamwork, the strategy behind every strike and ball as pitcher and catcher work together to “set up” the batter for each potential out. And I respect the hell out of each player who has dedicated so much of their life to earning a spot on the field among the very best in the world.


But c’mon, 162 friggin’ games? That is one whole hell of a lot.


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With so many games comes a dis-appreciation for all of them, at least for me. With the NFL, fans get 6-7 days to process each outing of their beloved team (except Thursday games), relishing in the victories, agonizing over the defeats. Even when the SF Giants do mount a dramatic, comeback win in the ninth one night, come gametime the next afternoon that drama is for naught as a new game starts all over again.


boring outfielder


The drama is there at times, sure. One thing the sport does have is plenty of conversation opportunities while watching, which leads to bonding moments with your best friends and best brews during the summer months. Baseball also gave us the “outfielders crashing into each other” gag that has remained funny as shit since before I can remember.




But those are also things I can get from ‘Rookie of the Year’ and ‘Major League’ far easier than spending the energy and brain power to keep up with an entire baseball season (again, 162 games). One thing I always say about watching sports: “if the losses don’t hurt, the wins shouldn’t feel good.” When it comes to baseball, the opposite is also true: “because the wins don’t feel great, so why should the losses hurt?”


losing fans


With late night television getting crazy good, and everyone’s DVR filled to the brim with hours of catching up to do, summertime is key to watching entire seasons of ‘Thrones’, ‘Blacklist’ and ‘Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’. All of sports is suffering from the Era of On Demand, mostly because it’s so hard to avoid spoilers if you do miss a game. With Football, I know I simply need to be aware of games on Sunday, with Thursday and Monday night games of secondary importance. The NBA is mostly primetime, and there’s really no need to pay attention until the playoffs start. Baseball happens all day, every day, the schedule for one single team spanning 6 months and varying from 12pm games to ones that last into the next day. And that’s just too damn much.


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