A LITTLE LIKE SUSHI

I've tried it, but I'm not wild about it. If I'm gonna eat fish, and I love fish, my first choice is not sushi. And that's the way I feel about the World Baseball Classic.

I love baseball. But I'm not too excited about a Spring Training extension that's supposed to inpire some patriotic fever in me. I'd rather watch the Alito hearings and that puffed up senator from Chappaquidick grill the guy over some college frat that he was in at Princeton. Now that's drama. And, of course, selective close examination of the past, too.

But I digress. Am I supposed to cheer against Mr. Pujols when he comes to bat for the D.R? Maybe I should go to Scottsdale Stadium and boo Yadier when he comes up for Puerto Rico.
Not gonna happen. And when a red sock or cub comes to bat for the USA, I'm gonna go crazy? Not this cat.

Wait till the first injury. I can't believe MLB would stand for it. So if xxxx xxxxxx tears an ACL or rotator cuff and is lost for the season, MLB Team yyyyyyyyy has to honor the contract? Yet Jeff Kent and others have to lie about their off season or in the case of Barmes last year, in-season injury, not to void their contract(s)? To me, somebody's been sold a bill of goods. Could it be selig?

How about this, bud? The winner of the WBC gets to have the World Series played in their country? With the winner of the All-Star game, the home team. They can use the DH on any days beginning with a T.