Baseball is time that is dull and morbid as waiting for a bus. In the rain. When you don't know when the bus is to arrive. And your shitbox car is broken, and so is your wallet and you have nothing to do but wait for the bus that you are loathe to ride. And once aboard, it's the wrong damned bus. And it is still raining.
Baseball is time that is as focused as an Formula One, with more power, speed and talent than it is possible to wrap your head around. Athletes accomplish feats that are not possible, not by our normal bodies. And there are harrowing, torturous experiences where the resolve is as intense as the magnifying glass held over a crackling leaf.
The Boston Red Sox have one-run decisions in six of their last seven games, five of which went to Boston. I want my team to slaughter their opponent. But I want my team to do what is going on with the Sox right now, which is the stuff that makes baseball the Greatest Game Ever Invented. I heard aspirin might prevent heart attacks.
How do you like your game? Comment away.
Broke metaphors aside, with how the Sox are winning, are you not entertained?