I long for the simple, old days.
The days when the man wearing the Texas star walked out to fill up your gas tank, check your oil and clean your windshield.
The days when you could go to a real doubleheader and enjoy a “great day to play two”!
The days a baseball game was a baseball game and a football game was just a football game. Rather than a stage for protests, statements and politics.
The days when you could get to September and enjoy a pennant race and players were real people, not mega celebrities and multi millionaires doing photo opps and cameo appearances.
The days when pitchers threw nine innings — or extra innings in a few cases — and regularly pitched on three days’ rest.
Whatever happened to that?
Remember when it was easy to tell the good guys from the, ummm, bad guys?
Remember when you could take the family to the ballpark for a hundred bucks or less! And still feed ’em!?
Remember when the Astros were perrenial players in the playoff race?
Remember when baseball was fun?
Life happens, but the game has changed and has threatened to leave a generation behind.
Remember the Saturday Game of the Week, when only one game a week was on TV?
Remember when you actually knew the names of the Astros’ announcers? And listened to the radio broadcast?
Is it just me? Or has the game lost some of its luster?
The Astros have some great players, no argument there. But do you get the same feel when you hear names like Carlos Correa and Yulieski Gurriel as you do with Jeff Bagwell, Craig Biggio and Ken Caminiti? George Springer and Cesar Cedeno?
Perhaps the players are as talented, but the game has changed. The era has changed. Times have changed.
If you don’t believe that, just tune into the presidential debate Monday night.
I long for the simple, old days. You?