NLCS Madness (and lack thereof)


That’s how many innings of the NLCS I watched.


Not sure why, but I just didn’t care. Didn’t move me. Or interest me. I’ve now watched all four debates—even the vice presidential debate, in its entirety. The wife and I regularly sit back and watch The Good Wife, a truly excellent show (though the whole Calinda character I can do without). I’m into boxing on my XBox 360, and the kids and I will occasionally meet up in Just Dance 4.

But baseball … no.

This isn’t how it’s always been for me, obviously. Back in the day I was one of Sports Illustrated’s baseball writers, which meant I probably watched 130 games per year and attended, oh, 60-80. The playoffs were crunch time—we’d arrive at the park five hours early, stay until the lights went out, writing and writing and writing.

As a boy, I couldn’t wait for the World Series. I loved seeing different leagues; different uniforms; different players … on one field. Juaquin Andujar facing George Brett. Dave Winfield seeing Fernando. Cal Ripken and Larry Bowa as opposing shortstops. It was magical. I’d be in front of the TV, holding my glove, soaking it in. The colors. The sounds. The announcers.

Now, that’s dead. I just don’t care. I just don’t.

4 thoughts on “NLCS Madness (and lack thereof)”

  1. As a sports reporter with a specific beat, I can certainly agree with these words. Covering something for so long eventually gets stale, and the fan you once were inside slips farther into oblivion — though you never, in your wildest dreams, ever thought it would happen to you.

  2. Do you think you’ll ever like it again? I mean, is there any conceivable story line out there that you’d enjoy? Or now that you’ve seen how the sausage is made, is it gone?

  3. A few of the things you are missing: Incessant closeup shots of players’ faces, so close I have to look away; Incessant shots of the managers in the dugouts; Incessant crowd shots; Incessant replays of everything; Incessant shots of players in the dugout; Incessant video of past events while the game is in progress with questionable relevance to whatever is happening live; Incessant blimp shots that are actually quite interesting for the split-second you can see them before advertising graphics cover them up; Incessant irrelevant statistic graphics covering up the screen; The incessant presence of Buck and McCarver, which can be avoided by employing the “mute” function; and, finally, the high point of each game, the singing of “God Bless America” in the middle of the seventh to give the viewer that incessant injection of phony patriotism now prevalent in every sporting event contested in this country.

  4. Jeff, perfectly valid feelings but to be honest, you don’t seem to enjoy sports at all. I find it hard to understand why you continue to be a sportswriter. You watched ALL the debates but NONE of the NLCS? This seems hard to believe, that someone who has spent their career in sportswriting would watch tedious, staged “debates” and not the games leading up to the World Series. Odd.

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