I tried, really tried, to watch most of the World Series. After all, it's supposedly the national pasttime, whatever that means. Hot dogs, apple pie, and all that jazz. But, my goodness, it's paint-drying boring.
For evidence as to how much I cared, in a one run game, last night, I went to bed after 8 innings. Like the last 2 minutes of a football game, I figured it would take at least 45 minutes to finish the game. Besides, my team (K.C., in this case) usually loses (witness Chi Cubs, Indiana U. football, etc.). And they did.
And, for the life of me, I can't understand why the network (here, Fox) can hire a color announcer like Harold Reynolds, who speaks in a mushy, slurry manner, nearly unintelligable. Poor English, too ("have took"). I watched the games with the sound muted.
One more sore point: Singing "God Bless America" during the 7th inning stretch. Of course, I flip the channel. I don't have to explain why I hate this new tradition so much. Spare me.