Okay, okay, I "get it."
I've lived my entire life "hearing about it." Going back to the days in the 1950s when I'd sit in front of the family 12" oval, B&W TV and charted, inning after inning, the exploits of Mickey, Yogi, Whitey, et al.
And I could not care less about converting anyone to the glorious life of Yankees fandom, either.
I am not blind to the human weaknesses involved, however. The A-Rod fiasco is deplorable and it was only after I read that George Steinbrenner drove himself out to Yogi's house, rung the bell and put out his hand to apologize when Yogi answered the door that I began to stop cursing and making oaths whenever the now-deceased owner's name was mentioned.
There are more reasons than grains of sand on all the beaches in the world to argue that baseball is one of the most absorbing, challenging sports ever invented.
And yes, my younger friends, it WAS much more interesting, fast paced and and tense, long ago, when Dizzy Dean did the TV announcing and fit in his commercial messages during a change of pitchers, during pitcher warm up tosses, during conferences on the mound. The games today take twice to three times as long to complete.
But I will say this, when it comes to pure evil on a baseball diamond, say what you will but THIS moment, involving one of the most beloved men in all of Major League Baseball history, the late Don Zimmer, will forever live in infamy.... (I don't hold the Sox team responsible. Martinez was a megalomaniacal asshat by any team's, or any sport's, standards.)