This article is part of our Bernie on the Scene series.
Forgive me for departing from my usual evaluations of baseball players. Today I am ON THE SCENE on my soapbox.
I find myself spending an incredible amount of time and energy on something I can't control.
I have been upset, worried, optimistic, pessimistic, troubled, confused, angry, hopeful, without hope and tired. A lot of emotions. I have spent emotions about something over which I have no control.
Baseball once shot itself in the leg. During the 1994 baseball strike, baseball took a huge hit. But it limped back. However, since then it has lost plenty of fans. Other professional sports are far more popular with younger fans.
I'm fearful baseball has loaded the gun and is preparing to shoot itself once again — maybe this time right in the head.
I've written about it over and over. I've tweeted about how selfish the major decision makers in the "game" of baseball have been. After all, aren't we in the worst health crises in this nation's history? Yes, we are. And all the major power brokers of the "game" have been discussing is … money.
And here I am … writing about it. Again. If they get a deal done, good. If they don't get a deal done, we all likely will survive. But man, I do miss baseball. And a few powerful people are keeping you, me, our familes and our friends from watching professional baseball.
Even if there is a season, has too much damage already been done? I