The Perfect Game... almost; lessons in morality from baseball.

If I could blog for a living... I would have had time to have written this:

Replay Will Ruin Baseball - The Anchoress

She hits it out of the park.

Let us imagine that REPLAY did exist in baseball...

So last night, Galaragga steps on the base... and "SAFE!"

WHAT SAFE!?!?!

Here comes Jim Leyland, out to the umpire.

The crowd is booing...

Leyland is yelling, and he throws the red flag/challenges the call/asks for the replay/insert use of replay here

and in the booth we hear:

"Well Rod, it looks like he was out to me... a perfect game hangs in the balance."

"You are right Mario, he was clear-dilly-out. Oh my goodness... maybe he bobbled it?"

"Well Rod, the city of Detroit collectively holds its breath as the umpire huddles around the screen with headphones on."

"Mario, can you believe this, history hangs in the balance, we wait with frosty breath, and Galarraga must be just filled with emotion ready to burst or deflate."

"Well Rod... while we wait... we will be right back after these messages."

"Welcome back... the umpire looks as if he is taking off the headphones, lets wait for the call..."

"HE'S OUT, HE'S OUT!! WHAT AN AMAZING GAME!!!! THANK GOODNESS FOR THE REPLAY!"

A little anti-climatic don't you think.

Like I said the Anchoress hit a homer with her post... I say this as a Tiger fan, as a Detroit boy... leave the game alone it is perfect... well... almost...