When it comes to baseball, I'm a traditionalist. Some of the most appealing aspects of the great game are its traditions. It's been said that if a veteran of the Civil War could return for a day, go to Wrigley Field or Fenway and watch a game, he would immediately know what was going on. The game doesn't change much, but when it does it is usually change for the worse.
I have never liked the designated hitter rule. Pitchers ought to go to bat. I'd be happy bringing back a 154 game season. With all the playoffs games that are needed now, the current season is too long and besides a return to a shorter season would make all the older records more relevant. I don't like the trend of players wearing their pants so long they drag in the dirt. Whatever happened to stirrup socks, anyway? And while we're at it, put a gentle but unmistakable bend in the bill of that cap young man. What gives with these young players that don't shape the bill of a baseball cap?
Tradition = baseball.
The regard for tradition and history really took a beating in the 1970's and early '80's when most teams went in the bag for truly hideous uniforms in gaudy colors. It amounted to a nationwide outbreak of polyester. The picture above is of Indians' pitcher Jackie Brown - remember him - in the 1977 Cleveland uniform. It almost hurts to look at that thing. Brown's career record in seven seasons was 47-55, but, hey, he got to wear that great uniform in whatever color that is.
A friend sent me the link to pictures and commentary on "10 pleasingly hideous baseball cards from the 1970's." Check it out...but not if you have a queasy stomach!
If you can look at the Reggie Jackson, Rollie Fingers or Oscar Gamble cards without a snicker, you're a stronger person that me. Now that I think of it, bring back flannel.
Have a good weekend.