It’s late October. The dog days of summer are fuzzy memories, but at my age, what’s not fuzzy? Leaves are falling and covering armadillo excavations. The night air is crisp and clear, allowing the sounds of a high school football game to make their way to the Crow’s Nest. Autumn is officially here and football is back! The Dallas Cowboys are alive and well, and the BCS is dead and buried. Thanks to satellite television, fans can watch football near ’bout every night. But, I ponder while watching Ole Miss, does anyone still watch baseball during football season?
The World Series is going on as I write this, but should be over soon. I know October is the month for baseball’s playoffs, but in my bloodshot eyes, Mr. October is Peyton Manning. The football season is fresh, and baseball season is stale as week-old buttercrust. Starting in April and ending in October, baseball is played for seven months out of the year. That’s longer than your average Kardashian marriage.
The regular season of Major League Baseball consists of 162 games, and each game normally lasts 3 hours. Allow me to grab a calculator to do the math since my cipherin’ ain’t what it used to be. OK, if an avid Rangers fan watched every Texas game this season, he spent 486 hours seeing them get beat like a dusty rug on a clothesline. That’s over 20 full days spent watching baseball. Hey, my days are numbered. I refuse to waste them in front of a TV watching grown men scratch themselves and spit in the dirt.
