When it comes to baseball, I'm a bit of a traditionalist. I like my hot dogs with mustard and relish, my beer cold, and my peanuts salty. But one thing I've never been a fan of is the way baseball games seem to drag on forever. I mean, three hours for a single game? That's longer than most movies!
Now, I know what you're thinking: "But that's part of the beauty of baseball. It's a slow-paced game that you can relax and enjoy." And I agree, to a point. But when the game is tied in the bottom of the ninth inning and the bases are loaded, I'm not looking to relax. I'm looking to get the heck out of there!
I understand that baseball is a game of strategy and skill, but sometimes it just seems like the players are going through the motions. I mean, how many times have you seen a batter strike out on a pitch that was right down the middle? Or a pitcher throw a wild pitch that ends up hitting the backstop? It's enough to make you want to scream.
Of course, there are plenty of exciting moments in baseball too. I mean, who doesn't love a good home run? Or a diving catch? Or a walk-off single? But those moments are few and far between. For the most part, baseball is a game of patience. And I'm not always a patient person.
So, what's the solution? I don't know. Maybe they could shorten the games. Or maybe they could make the innings shorter. Or maybe they could just get rid of the designated hitter rule. I don't know. But I do know that something needs to be done. Because baseball is a great game, but it's also a pain in the neck.
**Here are a few more reasons why baseball is a pain in the neck:**
* **The rain delays.** There's nothing worse than sitting in a cold, wet stadium waiting for a game to start. And when the game finally does start, it's usually delayed again after a few innings.
* **The overpriced food.** A hot dog and a beer at a baseball game will cost you a small fortune. And if you want to add a bag of peanuts, you'll be spending even more.
* **The drunk fans.** There's always that one guy who gets too drunk at the game and starts yelling at the players. Or the one who spills his beer on you.
**But despite all of these complaints, I still love baseball.** It's a game that's been passed down from generation to generation, and it's a game that I'll always have a soft spot for. So, I'll keep going to games, even if I do have to sit through a few rain delays and overpriced hot dogs. Because at the end of the day, baseball is still the great American pastime.