In 2012 I was invited to a Red Sox-Yankees game at the Rich People Stadium. Our seats were behind home plate and I wanted to show my gratitude to my host and ordered four beers and hot dogs. The bill came to $70. At least the Red Sox won the game, but despite the taxpayer picking up the bill for new stadiums major league baseball has priced itself out of reach of the common man and every evening thousands of seats are empty in the new parks. The game's fall from grace has extended to ballfields across America, as boys have rejected the National Pastime in favor of skateboarding or playing murderous video games.
Baseball is in danger of becoming extinct.
The MLB games start too late for young viewers and last 3-4 hours thanks to TV ads.
And the play on the field is uninspired.
Empty seats.
Players saying what the fuck.
Nothing could get me to go to New York's Rich People Stadium, although I wouldn't mind watching a few games of little league or sitting on the wooden seats of the Cape Cod League.
That is baseball.
And that kind of baseball will never die in the hearts of the eternally young.
Even in the land of the dead.
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