So are you watching any of the Series? I know I sound like one of those old curmudgeons who constantly carps about the good old days, BUT baseball premier event was meant to be played during the daylight – in late September or early October, not nearly November. A baseball game is at its best when you’re drinking an ice cold beer while basking in the sun beside an emerald green field mown in checkerboard pattern. Ski parkas, cocoa, and hats with ear flaps are for football season.
    
     There was a time when I loved baseball. For a major part of the year, my day began with a cup of coffee and the sports page opened to box scores. I grew up with the great Yankee teams of Whitey, Mickey and Yogi. I can still remember crying my eyes out when Bill Mazeroski’s homer beat the Yanks in Game 7 of the 1960 Series. 
 
     So just when did I lose that loving feeling for baseball? Probably, around September 7, 1992, although I did not know it then. That’s the day Fay Vincent resigned as Baseball Commissioner. Maybe now that the “Black Soxs” have won the World Series, Major League Baseball will finally realize the need for a Commissioner in the style of Judge Kenesaw Mountain Landis. I hope so, I’d love to be a fan again.