I Miss Baseball

I miss it terribly. They were playing a re-run game on NESN last night, and oh how I missed Rem-Dawg’s voice.

That’s something I realized that I love about spring/summer, without actually ever realizing it. There’s always something to watch in the summer time; something you’re connected to…involved in. It’s just an institution. Like, what’s better than your power getting knocked out during a thundershower, so you sit in your car or whatever and listen to the rain thud on the roof, and the ball game is on AM radio, all static when lightning strikes…good theatre of the mind shit. That’s quality, that’s why your grandparents talk about the olden days.

I’m feel a little stepped on by society, if society is a reflection of the TV. Is it? I can’t tell what’s real anymore, and I mean that. Too much bad crap on. I don’t think a word exists; oh yes it does: Disappointed.

All day Sunday, there was like three or four channels just running marathons of those real life murder shows….and the news, man oh man. I just can’t quit the news, ya know? I know it’s always bad news that just harvests paranoia and rage and shame, but jeez Louise; instead of talking about how bad Myspace is for kids, why don’t you talk about ways to be a better parent? And the crime shows with abbreviated names: CSI, NCIS, etc. You guys can’t finger the perp in the first ten minutes of the fucking show? You’re retarded. Horatio Cane is not a believable character. HE IS NOT A BELIEVABLE CHARACTER…none of them are! Jerry Bruckheimer is one of the biggest contributors of the dumbing down of American society in the last 15 years.

Here’s a concept: Substitute special effects for a substantial dialogue. Oh nevermind, they tried that, and it just gets cancelled.

Click the channel: Death Click the channel: Murder Click the channel: Rape Click the channel: Political mudslinging Click the channel: Britney Spears Click the channel: Some fucking show trying to set up has-been rock stars on a date.

Baseball is amazing, steroids or not.