Baseball being the sport of traditionalist-Americans everywhere, my self included, I am obliged to loathe what transpired last night. Yes, "night". Baseball now opens its season at night; that and the World Series is played all at night now, an abomination that started back in '71 between the O's and Pirates. Even so, some of those games were played under the afternoon sun or overcast skies. But no more.
I realize it isn't as though I spent years enjoying the Series in daylight, which I started following only the year before between the O's & Reds -- and speaking of the latter, up until a couple of years ago they were The Opening Day Team; again, no more -- but it's the principle: baseball is The Summer Game, and summer is spent outdoors in the freakin' sunshine. Okay?
Growing up, all my games were in the afternoon: Little League, Babe Ruth. No night games. No stadium lights. (Yes, yes, I know: First night game w/lights was 1933, not including that 19th Century-period produced GE Commercial touting stadium lights and handle-bar mustaches.)
Anyway, I gotta get back to work here, the Sox are in K.C. this afternoon.
Be it ever so...