Yesterday I had a Boston Red Sox fan get all up in my grill about how the Sox were in first place and the New York Yankees were tied for last.  Listen Red Sox Nation, I know over the last couple of weeks I’ve been bashing the Nation, saying how you’d finish in third behind the Tampa Bay Rays, but to be honest, you all have become more annoying than the Evil Empire followers.

Your self proclaimed “Team of the Decade” or worse yet “Team of the Millennium” has taken annoyance to a whole new level. Listen, two World Series wins over the last three years still doesn’t make up for Bucky Dent Bomb, the collapse, or the best yet, and my personal favorite, the Billy Buckner Ball Between his twigs.  Still love the Billy Buckner bus joke. If you’ve never heard it e-mail me, it’s great!!!

That’s not the only thing I’m sick of though in Major League Baseball.

Memo to the Milwaukee Brewers entertaining committee, the Sausage race is now over played.  We get it, it’s five sausages running around the ball park with giant heads that the people inside, sorry Brewers fans if I spoiled that for you, but they’re not really sausages, can barely stand up as they go into the last turn.  Your 15 minutes of fame has vanished, how about coming up with a new gimmick, like the “Sausage Slammer” .  Get the five Sausage workers to kick a few back and then run the race.  Now that would be entertaining. Who needs the bat spin race?

Hey T-Shirt Gun person, I’m sitting in the stands too.  These youthful, inspiring gunsters, always seem to point the gun right at me, but at the last minute launch the T-Shirt into an area of fans where no one is paying attention. The worst part about it is that the person who finds this gold mine of a gift never gets out of their sit cause they’re stuffing their face with a hot dog, bend over, and I’m using that term loosely here, to pick up their new treasure.  T-Shirt Gun person why not me? Why not me?

Finally, I won’t say the name, so we’ll keep it at what has become the norm in the industry, the four letter network which needs to get some baseball analysts who will actually give me some information.  Sometimes when I’m done listening to the dribble these guys pump out, I actually feel dumber.  Anyone can say I love this guy, or hate that guy, but how about having some statistical backing so I don’t have to do the work for you, call you out, and then you apologize for your ignorance.

There you have it.  Baseball is a FANTASTICAL game, but I really could do without the three things I just mentioned. What are some of things about baseball you’re sick of?