September 8, 2002
I thought it would be harder to completely pretend that baseball didn’t exist. I thought that the ESPN headlines and Sports Illustrated articles would scream at me like an Ichiro double down the third-base line. The news of the averted strike nine days ago obviously depressed me at first, knowing that games would be played and undoubtedly vie for my attention. And I figured it would be hard to avoid them. But College Football and the NFL have made it all the more bearable. Die, baseball. Die the frantic death you so deserve. National pastime, my bloated ego and salary.