It is Spring Training Day Two and Rob Manfred has already made a mockery of MLB again.
Death, taxes and Rob Manfred finding new and creative ways to alienate baseball fans everywhere.
It has been a long, cold, lonely winter, but here comes the sun. Unfortunately, that sun in Florida is none other than the latest bad idea concocted by the MLB commissioner. Rather than figuring out how to combat the RSN landscape and get more people interested in the game, he wants to speed it up. One rule change of note is the implementation of a pitch clock. My god, what a disaster it is…
All tied up at six in the bottom of the ninth, Atlanta Braves infielder Cal Conley got called out on strikes with the bases juiced and a full count. The Boston Red Sox bullpen imploded again because that is what it does. But because Conley did not get set in the batter’s box five seconds before the pitch clock struck zero, he got called for strike three. The game ended in a 6-6 tie to no one’s liking.
He is the latest example of absolute stooge buffoonery set in motion by our lovely commissioner.
While Conley’s pro career has peaked in this moment, Robert Kwiatkowski becomes Kyler Murray’s uncle, the guy who was chilling in the batter’s box before Randy Johnson exploded a bird into a million feathers.
We simply cannot wait for this kind of stupidity to clinch another ALCS for the Houston Astros over the New York Yankees. You know this is what is coming down the pipeline. You have been warned!
Rob Manfred is the worst thing to happen to baseball since the Black Sox Scandal
I haven’t been this upset about a game that didn’t count since losing a game of Scrabble down in Destin in my youth. Allegedly, I flipped the board over, screamed and went into my bedroom for the week because Spring Break can’t stop, won’t stop. People paid their hard-earned money to watch a Braves game that didn’t count in North Port, Florida. To end like this, how embarrassing.
A train wreck of an exhibition matchup never had to end like this. We were seeing a Red Sox bullpen collapse in real time. The only way it would have been better is if the Braves ran themselves out of an inning, and a ballgame in this instance, with the bases loaded because, of course, they would. I don’t think the Sickos Committee cared about baseball … until right now…
For a man who thinks his trophy is a piece of metal, what do you think he thinks about the Floyd of Rosedale? It is a simply majestic specimen of supreme glory for those with Big Ten West energy pounding through their chests like a clogged artery. When Armageddon bequeaths Farmageddon bequeaths Carmageddon and you end up with Karmageddon, which does nobody any good, Dawg.
If only there was a way for AI Joe Buck to call this late-game catastrophe sponsored by Dunkin’.