Schadenfreude: glee at another’s misfortune
I expected to be watching postseason baseball to enjoy the game I love being played the way it was meant to be played.
Instead, I find myself deriving pleasure from blown saves, fielding errors (double play ball tossed from third base into right field; double play relay thrown from second base into the first base dugout), and watching the shivering “Boys Of Summer” dressed to mush dog sleds at the Iditarod.
So far, the best played postseason game was the last game of the regular season.
I actually saw a beach ball being bounced around behind home plate at Dodger Stadium. Say what?
Baseball playoff games postponed due to “snow”?
Play by play and color guys babbling incoherently? What’s that saying about: ”Better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool,…”?
An entire weekend of Yankee Stadium games facing postponement due to rain/sleet/ winter weather?
Ball games going into the wee hours of the morning in the home time zone??
Pitchers whose curve balls won’t curve due to the weather?
Outfielders losing routine fly balls in the “lights/towels/hankies”?
Freezing fans huddled for warmth in the stands?
Empty seats at Chavez Ravine?
I was expecting the Cardinals to go to the World Series. Oops! They gone.
The eighth inning meltdown of the Phillies bullpen?
ARod coming to a rolling stop before attempting to “barrel” into the catcher at home plate? He didn’t look too athletic on that one!
Idiotic fans being told when to cheer: “Duh-Duh-Luh- Dut- Duh-Duh……CHARGE!!”
You couldn’t make this stuff up.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but I am.