The Length of Baseball Games

As anyone who has looked at pile of laundrey and come to the realization,"There is no way to get this all done in a day." Well I have an even better timetable. How about getting eight loads washed dryed and folded all during one MLB game. Thats how this blogger sepent his Saturday night.
I wouldn't even mind about the rediculous times of these games if they were the least bit entertaining. Bring back roids and make it the Homerun Derby you had in the 1990's when Brett Boone ballooned up from a former slick fielding light hitting second baseman into popeye reincarnate. I mean I once saw that man hit an opposite field homer on a broken bat. I wonder if his dad even screamed,"No F'ing Way!"
If it's not going to be HR derby than raise the mound and let these pitchers actually pitch with some lean to their pitches instead of us having to watch batting practice over and over. I feel bad that pitchers in the 60's automatically are disaccoiated with the pitchers of today because of the difference in mound height. Does anyone think Timmy Lincecum could actually hold Sandy Kofax's jock, I don't think so.
I had more fun bending over and reloading the dryer than watching Tony Larussa and Jerry Manuel screw up their respective teams chances at winning that 20 inning marathon the other night. I actually called my nephew, the one who refuses to learn how to pitch in little league, because he is going to make mark by only playing the infield, and told him to watch these infielders and outfielders actually get major league hitters out. Wait did I say major league? Does Mike Jacobs count. I guess not, the Mets just designated him for assignment.
Well heres to a job well done. The laundrey that is. Good luck baseball with coming up with a way to move these games along. I just hope you dont blame the umpires for asking to be paid by the hour like the field crew. Can you imagine Joe West constantly asking for new baseballs so that his crew could go into hour number four.