Baseball Blues
  As most of you know, I love baseball.  There are many things I love about the game, but I would rather talk about a few things that bug me about baseball.  Not the obvious: boredom, but instead a couple of little things that drive me crazy.
The contact play.  WTF?  Why would anyone, anytime, use this fucking stupid play.  Few you who don't fully understand all the finer points of baseball, the contact play is when there is a runner on third base, with less than two outs, and on any contact by the batter, runs for home.  So unless the ball is hit directly at an infielder, the runner should score, I guess that is the thinking.  I would like to see the fucking data on what % or runners make it home on that play.  It seems to me that the % is not more than 20%, which is fucking useless.  It invariably ends up in a throw home and the runner being out from here to Hoboken.  Stupid play.
Next thing that infuriates me about baseball is all the unwritten rules that are involved.  You don't steal when far behind; or far ahead, don't watch you home run go into the stands, where and when to slide have a plethora or unwritten rules, throwing at a batter after the player in front of him hits a home run (like that is the next batter's fucking fault) you hit one of mine: I hit one of yours, don't throw at someone above the shoulders (but it is ok to drill someone in the ass or the back - do you know how much that fucking hurts???), no stealing signs from the other team, run hard all the time or someone will plunk you next time up - just to teach you a lesson, don't take extra bases in a blowout, whether you are ahead of behind, as well and many, many more.
Unwritten rules suck.  I am a rules person.  If there is a rule, write it down and I will follow it.  Screw the wink, wink, nudge, nudge, everyone knows you're not supposed to do that.  Stupid baseball tradition.