Friday Fighter!
That is the last straw. I am now officially finished using the Internet. Good-bye.
56, 57, 58, …
Yesterday afternoon was the last home game for the Florida Marlins this season. If you don’t care, that’s all right, because Miami doesn’t care either.
At no time was this more striking than a couple weeks ago, when the almost equally poor Washington Nationals came into town for an afternoon game:
When Byung-Hyun Kim threw the first pitch, 375 spectators could be seen. That is what happens when two of the worst teams in baseball meet for a 1:05 p.m. game on a 91-degree September afternoon.
“It’s a little sad when you can pretty much count how many people are in the stands,” Marlins first baseman Mike Jacobs said.
When one of the players cussed after striking out, it was clearly heard over the television, and the broadcasters had to apologize.
Granted, I felt bad for the Marlins, but not so much as to make the effort to go to at least one game this year. It’s hard to want to go when the parking costs more than the tickets.
