breaking up is hard to do
Breaking up is hard to do
Dear Major League Baseball,
Our relationship has spanned almost my entire lifetime. I fell in love with you when I was a little girl and that love has stayed in my heart throughout the years.
Sometimes I feel like an abused lover, taking so much crap from you while I give and give and rarely get anything back but aggravation. Sure, you've given my championship banners and some incredible moments, but lately you have failed to hold my interest in between the days of glory.
You have turned your back on me so many times. Slapped me in the face. Broke my heart. I stuck with you through strikes and high ticket prices and assinine management decisions. I stayed through lockouts and pine-tar and disputed games and steroids. I have sat back and taken the mental abuse each time because you always promised that it would get better again. It would be ok.
You lied. This season has been especially heartbreaking. From the YES Network fiasco to last night's horrid display of complete idiocy and lack of respect for the people who love you most, you have finally pushed me to end this love affair.
I'm not even going to wait around for the next strike or walk out. I'm leaving now, before you break my heart again.
Don't worry about me. I won't be lonely long. The first NFL pre season game is August 9th.
I'm sorry, baseball. This is good-bye.