With the flip of a switch, one of the richest traditions in a tradition-rich sport—arguing, disputing, and hooting at the umpire, as well as adjusting to his finely calibrated (or maddeningly arbitrary) strike zone and enjoying his histrionics—vanishes. For the Atlantic’s tide will in time wash over the continent. This sinister experiment is being subsidized by the automatons who run Major League Baseball …
Baseball should be played at a strictly human scale, with all of the imperfection that implies. The reviews of plays they now indulgence in are bad enough. So the ump made a bad call and we wuz robbed. So what? That’s life.
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