Recall that great, old baseball poem, “Casey At The Cash Register?”
There are times — too many times — when I’d like to reach out, grab Rob Manfred firmly by the shoulders and shake him until he provides good answers to the following:
“What are you thinking?” “What are you doing?” “Why are you treating America’s most cherished game as if it’s landfill garbage?!”
Not that MLB’s obedient media stooges would even drop a frown toward Manfred, but what he and his let-them-eat-marked-up-mud team owners did to last weekend’s Marlins-Yanks games was in the very worst interests of its best, blood supply-sustaining customers.
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