At least on weeknights. A case to accelerate the beloved but dawdling summer game.
By Jason Gay | The Wall Street Journal
Is baseball dead again?
Every season, there’s a fresh wave of worry that the grand American sport of baseball is in terminal decline—that the summer game is too boring, too slow, too long, too out-of-sync with our hectic, over-scheduled, very, very, very important modern lives.
Baseball is an old, unhurried game played without a clock—how does it possibly fit into an efficiency-crazed, on-demand, instant gratification society, in which—behold the miracle—a magic hand-held space phone can be used to order same-day delivery of one battery, one avocado, and one shower curtain to the house, in three separate packages?