It's baseball, not snowball, and here's the answer
I don't like cold, and I don't wish cold on anybody.
Even so, I'm getting warm and fuzzy over thoughts of snowflakes still pounding Major League cities in the upper Midwest.
Well, everywhere. The more that continues (with 20-something games killed this season due to weather), the more folks remember how baseball officials need to get a clue regarding the epidemic of chattering teeth in the stands at the beginning and the end of their seasons.
The solution is not difficult, folks.
Maybe it is.
Courtesy of whining from the MLB Players Association, its members aren't into shortening the season by returning to pure doubleheaders packed through the summer. Not only that, but both owners and players love $$$$$, which means neither will sacrifice the bundle they get from 162 games for hugging the saner (and less profitable) seasons of 154 games before 1961.
We can dream, though. Especially since the last few weeks have featured the first, second, third, fourth fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth AND seventh inning stretches, just to keep folks warm.
Several games started with temperatures in the 20s.
First, the MLB season always should open in Cincinnati, the birthplace of professional baseball in 1869 and where Opening Day has been an unofficial holiday forever. And that southwestern Ohio opener shouldn't come until the azaleas bloom at the Masters.
You know, following the first week of April.
After that, baseball should give the rest of its openers to warm-weather sites.
Now the owners and the players will counter with that they mostly do start the season these days with teams from the west and the south. They'll also say everything began so early (late March) this year to keep Derek Jeter as the last Mr. November.
The next World Series is slated to end in October, just as it had for a century.
That still doesn't help those frost-bitten folks of early spring.