No Corked Bats!

I’ve always loved baseball. I mean REAL baseball. Not the fat-free version featuring designated hitters, wild card teams, set-up men, closers, and free agents designed for this media-driven, sound-bite generation, but the game played like God meant for it to be with pitchers who bat, champions who are the best team over the whole 162 game season, not just the team who got hot in late September, and men who loved the game enough to play a few double-headers every summer. I still follow this game played by millionaires I’ve never heard of, but I’d take the old game back in a heartbeat.