Ahhh, baseball in 06′. Nothing more can deliver a harder punch to the gut. I’m sorry you diehard, do or die fans, that are so attached to baseball that you won’t admit the obvious. This year, baseball has become lack luster, proving to be dull and unsatisfying., but we always have next year. The start of this year’s season has delivered such oblivion to not only sports, but to life, that it has fathered the truth that nothing is for sure. We have lost the faces of the past and are forced to witness baseball today, changing for the worst.
It has passed us bye. America’s pastime has reserved a seat for the future. New faces, new places, repetitious and extremely bothersome talks of Barry Bonds and his steroid accusations, are ingredients in the recipe for disaster. Going off the record, Bonds will forever be an ageless icon, no matter how many pills he pops. There are a few things that seem to be missing from this year’s season, in which, have gradually submerged themselves towards death. I miss the Yanks. Those devilish Yanks. Those 200 million dollar Yanks who seemed to win every God damn game they played. They have yet to prove they are in fact the best team in baseball for the past 3 years.
I miss the healthy days of Helton and Chipper, along with Junior. They were something man. Jones with 8 straight 100 RBI seasons and Helton, that guy can hit, having the best career average out of any active player. And don’t forget Griffey. Ever single time he wobbles off the field, baseball looses a little piece of life.
I miss the days of Jason Schmidt being my ace on my fantasy team, who had the ability to post untouchable numbers. DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THE 03′ AND 04′ SEASONS!!
I miss the days of the Athletics, where Zito, Mulder, and Hudson guaranteed Billy Bean a three game winning streak. What the hell were you thinking Billy Boy, discarding Mulder and Hudson for Harden and Haren.
I miss the old Mets. Those seasons of starting off 2-10 and finding themselves already wiping the tears from their face. Being a Yankee fan, I was used to pitying those silly Met fans, but not it is exactly the other way around.
It’s all old news and that is what kills me the most. Those beautiful days are long gone and baseball is desperate for something true and real, besides Albert Pujols who has easily established himself as the best player in baseball now and maybe even in the last 10 years. But since I don’t live in St. Louie and don’t have that pricey MLB pass, I find myself watching Randy Johnson getting smacked around by our Canadian friends. It’s crude and unusual to even think about watching baseball disappear into thin air, but it is seemingly doing just that. The days of Clemens, Bonds, Griffey, the Braves being the best team in the NL, and “The BIG HURT” for God’s sake, are gone. No more. Finished. With these players either checking into a senior home or checking into the emergency room, baseball is forever changed. It has been introduced to a new reign of young and obnoxious players that have honestly, diminished my interest in baseball. With Lebron looking like the best baller to ever where 23 and the NFL possibly having the best draft class in the past decade, it is very hard not to look away from baseball. So much so, that I just can’t wait for next season.
Bring back Bagwell’s 40 homerun seasons and the Astros fighting to break .500.
Bring back Batista. Tony is just waiting to knock around some homers in Minnesota…yeah right.
Bring back Ichiro fighting against Ted Williams and the illustrious .400 batting average in 04`.
But now we have Ichiro fighting for the illustrious batting average of .250.
Bring back the Champion Marlins. Seeing Cabrera struggle is just torture.
Bring back Nomar to Boston.
Bring back Lowe and Zito, who were in the mists of their career bests in 02′.
Bring back Ken Bottenfield and Mike Hampton
And for all of reality, bring back Smoltz in his closing days.
Baseball is squirming free into a world of unjust events. It seems to me that we will never see Rocker pitch again and have batteries thrown at his thick skull, but there is some hope that the Yanks can win, Smoltz will transfer and pile on 400 saves in a single inning, and maybe we will finally see Griffey put together a full season and stop falling of the horse, because I’m still on the band wagon.
What about next year?
4 replies on “What about Next Year?”
Loved the article, but… “Nostaligia isn’t what it used to be.”
I miss Drysdale, and Koufax, and Ted Kluszewski, and the Wizard of Oz, and Andy Van Slyke, and Mike Lavalliere, and for some reason I can’t quite explain, The Expos, but I’m not pining for the “good old days.”
But don’t get me wrong, I really enjoyed the article.
thanks it seems that we have similar ways of writing as you can see i posted a positive comment on your “10 reasons for pastime” article. But since im young, i guess your far superior (assuming your older than 18). Might have to take a few pointers from you. LMK, [email protected]
hmmm Maybe in five years you’ll be wishing for the ‘good old days’ of Shilling and Beckett, Pedro and Maddux, RFK Stadium, the Astros and the White Sox, the Cardinals as the best team in the NL, a $200 million payroll, a $14 million payroll, and Andruw Jones powering the Braves. I don’t really fell nostalgia for events that happened 3 years ago, but I still enjoyed the article.
You miss the what? You can’t help players getting older, careers declining, some teams getting better while some get worse, it’s just how it happens. You can’t just be a fan of the last generation of baseball, because then you are a fan of just one. You have to start welcoming the new, young players and watching them prosper, turning into the Zito’s and Lowe’s and Helton’s of today!