Sunday Night Baseball

I love Sunday night baseball. I love watching a good game -- for the love of baseball and to distract myself from the impending doom of returning to work. Sunday night baseball is particularly good when my team is playing. It is even better when my team is playing the Cubs. At home.

I'm enjoying it right now -- in chilly chilly air conditioning with a view of the sizzling city (it's 9:00 pm and the air temperature is 96, the heat index is 101).

However, I have to say this -- I hate J*e freaking M*rgan. He's slowly killing me. I can't listen any more. My brain cells are being strangled. You would think that a major sports network airing national tv primetime games would hire announcers that could announce the game while explaining the game to viewers who might not be baseball enthusiasts.

Instead, they are treated with baseball wisdom from a former player such as "A curve ball that doesn't break is harder to hit than a fast ball that doesn't break."

I kid you not. I did not make that up. I can't even laugh at it. It's not stupid in a Yogi Berra sort of way. It's just plain sad.