I caught an Uber from north Scottsdale to Sky Harbor Airport the other day.
My Uber driver, let’s call him “Mickey,” started talking to me about baseball. It seems that Mickey’s fallen out of love with the game. The Astros’ cheating scandal, ever-escalating salaries, 3 ½-hour games, the threat of the designated hitter coming to the National League, too many strikeouts and too many cheap home runs topped his list of grievances.
“It’s not the game I grew up with,” said Mickey, who looked to be about 50. “I just don’t love it anymore. I don’t even think my dad would love it now — if he were still alive.