By all accounts, this has been an amazing World Series — a series full of dramatic moments, off field intrigue and superhuman heroics. It involves two teams that weren’t outright favorites to win anything, making for a wonderful underdog story, regardless of the victor. It has been compelling drama, mixed with pure athleticism, and just a touch of “what if?” musing, that’s always good for a barroom debate.
And I really don’t care.
Believe me, it’s not like it hasn’t been fun to watch, nor have I been more intrigued by Netflix or Ashton Kutcher’s lame work on “Two and Half Men.”Â I’m just disinterested, for no other reason than my own peers — sports journalists.
We should all be writing about this series like it was bacon-flavored manna, but instead I’m swamped by endless Twitter updates about Robinson Cano’s contract, Big Papi’s desire to move on, and for some reason, a flood of email from New York beat writers about David Wright moving to Philadelphia. Hell, these writers are even pontificating about Albert Pujols’ new destination for 2012 and beyond, and not at all about his 3 HR performance from hours earlier.
I don’t like to swear much on these pages, but guys — the fucking series isn’t even over.
How can I possibly maintain interest in baseball, when all everyone wants to do is wonder and speculate about 2012 and future contracts? And how can I care about two teams that wholeheartedly deserve to win, when it seems like all baseball media is focused on the new GM for a team that always loses?
Yes, this post is nothing more than bitching, so flame away. And I also realize I should be part of the solution, instead of whining about the problem. But sometimes, you just can’t ignore what’s stabbing you. After years of doing the very same thing about the Mets, I came to the sad realization that I’m just as guilty as many of my media peers. Today’s sports media is so focused on crystal balls and tarot cards, that we forget about curveballs and baseball cards.
Side note: My colleagues here at Bugs are exceptions to the rule, and kudos to them for not losing the plot. I guess I’m just weaker, and more easily influenced by those redundant ESPN roundtable shows than I should be.
When this Series — one for the ages — is done, it will most likely rapidly fade into the ether, it’s excellence muted by the next round of speculative commentary about contracts, team budgets, lopsided trades and other minutiae.
Just once, I wish we’d all just focus on baseball.
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