…major league baseball has announced that beginning June 21 they will be enforcing the rule against pitchers applying foreign substances to the baseball.
This rule has been around for decades.
I drove to Louisville last week for the first time in about six months. I drove a modest 10mph above the posted speed limit and ducked as dozens of other drivers blew by.
The IRS has been so denuded of personnel and resources that they rarely pursue complicated tax returns. “Pursue” is a euphemism for “audit”, and “complicated” is a euphemism for “lucrative.” “Collecting taxes” is a euphemism for “go ahead and drive over that bridge – it’s fine.”
We’re told that there are enough gun laws already in existence, but they’re not enforced. Meanwhile, minimum wage grocery store cashiers are being popped by customers who chose to honor the shop with their trade who are miffed for being asked to wear a mask. I remember times when I pissed customers off for not letting them wear Halloween masks while shopping in our liquor store. Go figure.
But this is about baseball.
The foreign substance that sparked the now-to-be-enforced rule was spit. Pitchers were spitting (whatever might currently reside in their mouths) onto the ball about to be launched. In theory, it made the ball slippery and unpredictable in its trajectory. Predictably, a bunch of hitters were beaned. Baseball deemed this a dangerous situation and banned the substances…in theory.
Now the rule is being shanghai-ed to alleviate a completely different complaint.
Never heard of it?
Wanna take a guess?
No, it’s not a measurable when considering for whom you should vote. And no, it’s not referring to the setting on your washer/dryer. Spin rate is how fast a pitched ball rotates on its journey to the strike zone. A faster spin rate creates sharper curves and shorter time periods in which batters can question their career choices. Spin rates have increased lately and batting averages, and game attendance have plummeted.
Spider-tack (spelling here is a wild guess).
Spider-tack has replaced spit, resin, and Prince Albert in a can as the magic elixir du jour. A spot of spider-tack on the hat, glove, belt, or private parts, that can be transferred dexterously to the dexters of the pitching hand seems to magically transform waiver-wire hurlers into Cy Youngs, and permanently consign hitters to a dungeon well below the Mendoza line.
<<<< sigh >>>>
In a world where;
- Presidents don’t pay taxes.
- People refuse to protect themselves from disease.
- Ubiquitous firearms have replaced loud voices and fists.
- Obscene student loan debts have reduced the best and brightest to indentured servitude.
- Voting is being made harder.
- Lying is being made easier.
Maybe…just maybe…there are more important rules to fret about.
Pitchers, quit cheating…or don’t. It’s just a game. You know the right thing to do.
Batters, pull up your big boy pants and get better…or don’t. It’s just a game. You know the right thing to do.
The rest of us, pay attention! This is not a game, nor is it a reality show, nor is it a Road Runner/Coyote cartoon. If your democracy dies, it won’t come back to life. It’s dead.
You know the right thing to do.
Quit cheating, get better, pay attention…don’t wait for someone to ask to examine your hat.
Do the next right thing.