But that's not really why I'm ticked off at MLB this April. It's not the 10 bucks that bothers me. It's the principle of the thing. I can remember back to when I was a kid, and when I first fell in love with the Philadelphia Phillies. As I've mentioned before, my dad was born in Philly, and I've always followed the team that he's followed.
Baseball is just like that in a funny sort of way.
I pretty much knew it was a pipe dream, but I also recalled that on clear summer nights, with the radio positioned just right, I had fallen asleep many times listening to games from as far away as Chicago and Cincinnati. It had become so frustrating to follow the Phils but never have many chances to actually listen to live games. I looked forward to Phillies contests against St. Louis and Houston months in advance. I could actually get those teams' games on the radio, most nights. For years, the Cardinals and Astros were my only salvation.