Randy Johnson threw a perfect game tonight, as the Diamondbacks beat the Braves 2-0. It's so hard for me to care, even about an event of such significance to the baseball world. It's been difficult for me to care about Major League Baseball since the last strike in 1994, when the participants caused the cancellation of the World Series.
Since then I've conducted my own boycott of MLB, having not paid for a game since the strike. This small act of defiance (disgust, more accurately) would undoubtedly be more difficult were it not for the free tickets I receive through friends and business associates.
Thankfully the MLB pinheads haven't ruined the game of baseball for me, just their rendering of it. I still love the sport, and enjoy playing it (not very well, mind you) much more than watching it. The experience of minor league baseball is immensely enjoyable, with the smaller, more intimate parks, lower prices for everything, and hungry, humble ballplayers.
But the Big Leagues are forever tainted; even the captivating home run race between Mark McGuire and Sammy Sosa didn't lure me back. Bud Selig should take his place in the hall of fame of ineffectual leaders, with his plaque adorned with the photo of him at the 2002 All-Star game in Milwaukee -- his home stadium -- shrugging his shoulders before agreeing to a tie. A tie! And then compounding that astonishingly bad decision with another one: to let the outcome of the All-Star game determine home-field advantage in the World Series.
I could go on and on about Selig and MLB, but it frustrates me to think about it, much less write down my thoughts. So I'll cherish the childhood memories of Rick Burleson, Yaz, Dewey, Freddy Lynn, and the rest of the Sox, and try not to dismiss a truly praise-worthy accomplishment, like Randy Johnson throwing a perfect game.