Superstition

I was tempted to do a proleptic postmortem (yes, I know; I'm rather proud of it as well) on the McCain campaign, but I'm too superstitious to do so.

Instead, I will simply congratulate the Philadelphia Phillies, who now have a glorious second World Championship to add to their first, along with their 10,000+ losses. The Phans, of course, showed their typical propensity to violence, but aren't as good at it as fans from other cities. I really hate the city of Philadelphia; perhaps that is irrational, but it's there. I found the Rays much more likable, and it takes a lot—A LOT—to get me to cheer for an American League team.

I don't really blame Bud Selig for the rain. I do blame him for being an idiot (oh, my, why do I suddenly have the feeling that my loyal critic Dr. Anonymous will somehow tie this in with Hillary Clinton?)

I don't know who is in charge of marketing Major League Baseball, but they seem confused why they don't have younger fans. One possibility is the attention span of the average American—including mine—is about 4.3 seconds. I'm sorry, what? Oh, wait, yeah. But many of us older folks, born during the Cambrian Explosion, remember some Series games being on during the day. Teachers letting us watch it. Running home from school to see the end of the game.

Now, all night games, and most of it on cable. In my area, if there was a football game of any significance—don't ask for ESPN Radio's criteria for "signficance"—then there was no way to see or listen to the game without going to a bar. If I'm too poor to afford cable, I'm supposed to have the money to go to a bar to watch a game, nu?

MLB seems to like to piss in its fans' soup, and then wonder why it loses some fans and fails to attract enough new ones. Geniuses.