Major League Baseball is for fatties
It’s no surprise I hate sports. I’ve complained about it plenty of times; it’s one of the things my life depends on.
On the flipside of that, I love being active and promoting good health, while smoking a cigarette. I really am an advocate of regular exercise and think there should be more of an approach to get kids active at a younger age to prevent obesity and other medical problems later in life.
That being said, I hate baseball.
I have never been a fan of the good ol’ American pastime in the first place, along with my disdain of apple pie and freedom. Does this place me on a terrorist watch list?
Baseball is a boring sport. It takes so long to get exciting stuff stirring. I’m sure throwing a no hitter game is a triumph and exciting for Justin Verlander, I am completely bored however watching you heave a ball.
I have given the game a chance. I’ve been to Comerica Park. The most intriguing part of my venture there was throwing ice off the top of the McDonald’s onto streetwalkers below.
I was ejected before ‘Take Me Out To The Ballgame’.
They even have a stadium-wide stretch and yawn session three-quarters through the game. The MLB knows the sport is terribly draining.
So why do I have such a terrible taste in my mouth for baseball, a cornerstone of American sports, instead of channeling my disdain towards another more worthless game such as soccer or arena football?
Baseball promotes the fact that you can be grossly overweight and out-of-shape and still make millions of dollars.
I was watching the Tigers whoop some Yankees into submission during the division series and noticed the gigantic gut flapping over the belt of New York pitcher C.C. Sabathia.
The 290-pound man signed a deal back in 2008 with the Yankees for $161 million over seven years.
Did the deal also come with a sponsorship and free daily meals at McDonald’s?
Those figures may not be completely accurate, like Sabathia’s pitches when he hurls Ho-Hos into his mouth, but the point is this guy makes his life playing a sport, a word defined as ‘an athletic activity requiring skill or physical prowess.’
If that’s the definition of sport, baseball must fall under the category of leisure activities.
What kind of message does this send to youth of the nation, having the ability to be severely overweight with the slight ability to throw a mean fastball and make more money than I will ever possibly generate over two lifetimes?
I feel as if people would see this grotesquely large human being and think that this is a reasonable life choice, clogged arteries and a heart attack at the top of the sixth.
It’s a shame that the Tigers had to lose to the Rangers, but they do have Miguel Cabrera weighing them down. No pun intended.
Or maybe just a little.
The need for a large upper body to hit the ball far, on the off-occasion someone actually hits the ball, is understandable. If your broad shoulders allow you to clock up home runs then you can munch your chicken sandwich while you waddle the bases.
I truly am upset the Tigers have been ousted from the pennant race, but at least our lofty metro children can forget about their husky heroes of baseball for some time while they focus on basketball icons that get arrested for drunk driving with gun possession.

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