MLB maintains attention by default
MLB, my dear MLB, you’re my last resort. My dance card is empty, my options are limited, and so, my dear, it must be you. It’s a matter of circumstance, not choice. You see, the NFL is currently off doing their own thing, leaving us to our own devices. So, MLB, it’s just you and me. And no, that rhyme was not intentional. I’m not moonlighting as a poet here.
Now, let’s talk about the Chicago White Sox. I can’t claim to be a fan, and I’m well aware that misery loves company. I’ve seen it firsthand, time and time again. But, dear White Sox, I don’t want to join your pity party. I don’t want to wallow in your sorrow. I’ve spent the last few moments contemplating how to offer some comfort, some solace. I’ve racked my brain, trying to find the right words to soothe your baseball woes.
I’ve spent days, weeks, even months, just like the rest of you, trying to figure out how you’re going to introduce a new player, a new hope to your fanbase after the scandal, after the boos and jeers. I’ve pondered, along with the rest of the world outside the bubble, how you’re going to dust yourselves off and move forward. But alas, that moment never came, leaving me stunned and questioning reality.
But then I remembered, we’re in 2020. Anything is possible. The realm of possibilities is limitless. And that’s when I realized, I had to speak up. I had to voice my thoughts about the state of the Chicago White Sox. Why should I be upset, you ask? Well, the numbers don’t lie. The importance of a good manager is undeniable. But age, my friends, should not be a factor. That argument is dead and buried.
Now, I’m not saying that I think the new hire is a mistake. And I’m not saying that I think he’s the perfect fit either. But he is a Hall of Famer, and that’s not something to be taken lightly. But let’s not forget about the Hall of Fame itself, and the controversies surrounding its voters. But hey, it is what it is.
And what about the likes of Manny, Rodger Clemens, and Barry Bonds? I’m still rooting for you guys, despite everything. But back to the Chicago White Sox. The problem isn’t about hiring a Hall of Famer or a future Hall of Famer. The issue is that this whole situation reeks of an inside job, a favor for a favor. It’s business as usual, something done behind closed doors, thinking no one is watching. But we are watching, my friends, and the glass house you’re in is crystal clear.
Now, I didn’t plan on spending my time dissecting the state of the MLB. I had other things to do, other tasks to complete. But this whole Chicago White Sox debacle, this boys-will-be-boys mentality, this do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do approach, it just doesn’t sit right with me. Especially when you’re trying to move forward, to progress, to show leadership. This can’t continue if we want the sport to thrive.
I thought the MLB was forward-thinking, especially with the incorporation of analytics. But perhaps, it’s just about the numbers and math. Anyway, I’ve spent way too much time on this. In fact, MLB, you should be paying me for all this airtime. But don’t worry, Chicago White Sox, I’ll do what I can to bring light to the situation. It is what it is, after all. And remember, it’s just baseball.