Pitchers & Catchers

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Pitchers & catchers were supposed to report on Tuesday.

They didn’t because the players are being locked out by the owners…

…for what?

Who knows?

There’s some argument over the luxury tax penalties and the thing that the casual fan yells is that “there needs to be a salary cap!”

The tax threshold has been a cap!

To all teams other than the Dodgers.

What is needed is a floor.

Baltimore has a payroll that is less than the salary for about ten individual players.

They get 5 times as much in profit sharing and it goes straight into their pocket. Then they field a Triple A team.

Tampa won the division last year because they went 18-1 against Baltimore.

But here’s the thing:

The casual fan doesn’t care!! 

Doesn’t even know what they’re fighting about!!!

Fix it!

You’re a billion dollar industry.

We don’t care how you split up the money…

…just put a product on the field.

Want to fix the sport?

Stop messing with the ball.

Shit-can the shift.

Cap the number of pitchers a team can carry so we don’t see 9 different pitchers pitch in a 9-inning game.

The hitters don’t have a chance when a team rotates 20 pitchers using the minor leagues to stash them, every one of them throwing 100 mph.

When I was a kid there was no sport better at selling their own game.

Reggie, Nolan Ryan, Johnny Bench, Tom Seaver, Henry Aaron, Rod Carew.

We saw pitchers try and pitch complete games. We saw Carew hit singles and steal bases, watched Bench throw out runners.

Now?

Swing and miss.

The 3rd baseman catching fly balls in the right field corner.

And you need to fight over money?

Fix the game…

…then get the pitchers and catchers down to Florida.

Enough.

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