Where Did My Sports Go?

Today (Today Today), I consider myself (myself myself), the most bored man (man man), on the face of the Earth (Earth Earth).

The Miami Heat stormed back from a 2-0 deficit to win the NBA Championship last night. The Carolina Hurricanes have already had their victory parade for their Stanley Cup Championship. The Vince Lombardi trophy has been sitting in Pittsburgh for 5 months. And now, I am bored.

The slow-paced, tedious game of baseball is all I have in the sports world today. No bone crushing hits from a football or hockey game. No amazing MVP worthy throws by Brett Favre. No one-timer goals from the blue line by Rob Blake. No slams by LeBron or three’s by Nash. Nothing. All I have is nine long innings, three long hours of pitch after pitch after pitch, with an occasional home run or good catch thrown in every other game or so.

America’s pastime is becoming history. Sure, it’s a classic. Sure, the playoffs are fun. But what about the other 162 games that we have to sit through?

It’s a fast paced society we have today. We love the 97 yard runs, the 102 MPH slap-shots, and the 130-128 score games we see in today’s NBA. We are bored with 3-2 pitching duels. We are tired of steroid controversy. Why do you think that the average attendance at any Major League Baseball game is less than 65% capacity? At the Rockies/Athletics game last night, a bigger crowd was gathered inside watching the NBA Finals than there was 15 feet away watching the game that they paid to see.

What used to be the greatest sport in America is slowly fading away, becoming the black sheep of the American sports family. Summertime, the previous home to the most exciting, electifying competitions, is becoming a time for the fan to rest, to take a break from the sports world, to rest up for the next NFL, NBA, or NHL season. The game we used to love so much stopped loving us. It stopped giving us what we needed, and one-sided relationships never work out.

I'm sorry baseball, but football, hockey, and basketball are giving me what I need. Only 77 days until kickoff, and sadly, I think I can make it without you.