I want to be MLB Commissioner. Right now. Hire me. Please.
Because the current commissioner is awful. Rob Manfred is awful. He is bad for baseball.
Because…he doesn’t like baseball. It is painfully obvious. His ideas for MLB all link to the idea that baseball is a dead game, a vestige of long ago. In his mind the only way baseball survives is to, well, not be baseball anymore.
This is why I should be commissioner. I like baseball. That’s it. The whole argument. I really, really, really like baseball.
I like the sound of the mitt popping and the smell of fresh cut grass and the beauty of a crisp line drive hit just over the outstretched arm of the shortstop for a base hit. I like a close play at first and a runner rounding third and heading for home and a fleet footed center fielder tracking down a sure double for an out. I like hitting the cutoff man and putting a bunt down and throwing down to second to cut down a speedster trying to steal.
I like the Battling Bucs, the Lumber Company, The Big Red Machine, The Bums, The Gashouse Gang and Murderers Row.
I like peanuts and a brat with mustard and a cold beverage on a sunny hot day.
I like the pace. The mixture of fast and slow like sweet & sour. I like feeling like a kid again and remembering the days I put on that little league uniform and played in the dirt.
I like going outside and having a catch with my son and my daughter. Just a catch for a few fleeting minutes before they too grow up and I grow old.
I want to be commissioner because I like baseball. I really, really do.