It’s actually pretty shocking to find a post on baseball by someone else in Singapore. Okay, so it’s by John Holbo, transplanted American, but still. Anyway, he points out a letter in the National Review that claims day games are politically incorrect. Which amused me - as I noted, reverie for the good old prelapsarian days of baseball is probably almost as old as baseball itself, and is silly enough even without ascribing political slants to it. (Having said that, the Cat and Girl comic mentioned in the comments is pretty funny.)
Me, I like my night games. Specifically, I like games that start at 6.30 or 7.30 Eastern. Get to see ’em, early morning, before I head off to work. It’s the cup o’ Joe to start the day, that exquisite view of a Manny swing putting a game beyond doubt, or that agonising wondering on the subway as I’m forced to abandon the computer to actually head into work.
Yep, baseball season is here. And if you don’t think baseball is the same sweet game regardless of what time the games are, then you aren’t a baseball purist - you’re a baseball Luddite.