I have loved baseball for as long as I can remember.
Reverence for the numbers.
Amazed by the stats of the games legends.
Dreams as a child of what it would have been like attending a game at bygone parks like Ebbett's Field or The Polo Grounds.
Through scandals and work stoppages, ever increasing salaries and ticket prices, I have followed MLB and my beloved O's. I understand the entertainment value of a ballgame blah, blah, blah...
In a nutshell, I have been emotionally invested in the game.
It would have been nice to watch some baseball as a diversion from Covid 19 and significant other events happening in the nation.
I have found other, more personally satisfying, activities for my time.
Watching the billionaire/millionaires fight over every last morsel has finally led me to realize that my love for the game is not reciprocated in the least.
Perhaps what I really love about baseball, is the grandeur and mystic of the history and legend of the game, as seen through the eyes of a naive young child growing up in the '70s.
Moving forward, I'm sure to follow MLB MUCH less.
P.S. Grandchildren are so much fun!