At long last, the baseball postseason has arrived. This is about the time where I start to care, but it hasn't happened yet. Right now I'm just mourning the absence of FOX shows like Prison Break and House until November.
I'm having a hard time developing much sympathy for the last day eliminations of the Cleveland Indians and Philadelphia Phillies. All the Indians had to do was to participate in a four-team race with the White Sox, Yankees, and Red Sox without finishing fourth. All the Phillies had to do was not depend on the Cubs winning a late-season series.
Color me impressed but unexcited by the 14th straight division title by the Atlanta Braves. Sure, it was accomplished with a rookie-heavy lineup, and leading a division is nice, but it's difficult to stay positive when the Florida Marlins have 14 fewer division titles but one more World Series championship.
Fine, twist my arm. Angels over Yankees. Red Sox over White Sox. Cardinals over Padres. Braves over Astros. Busch Stadium closes on a high note as the Cardinals beat the Angels, and the best baseball town in America is rewarded after a long time.
Whatever. Wake me when college basketball starts.