The Death of Baseball

My Old Roommate and I were watching the NBA playoffs on TV.

The score was close, the crowd was fierce, the announcers were hyperventilating, and I hadta do a lot of yelling at the screen.

“In the name of Adrenaline!” I cried, “my team must win or else!” 

At the next timeout, to avoid the commercials, My Old Roommate changed the channel to an early season baseball game.

“Wow,” he said, “what a contrast!”

The baseball game was a rout but still had several innings left. The crowd was full of sleeping toddlers, the announcers were whispering, and I hadta do a lot of yawning at the screen.

“Geezus, man,” I yawned, “turn it back!”