The WBC is on time.
I feel like I speak for Ben and Scott when I say, this brand of baseball is good for the soul. Far from a bunch of b-list wanna-bes playing with a bunch of surly MLB stars, this event features some top notch play from virtually every position (when the US isn't on the field, that is).
We took in Japan v. Mexico at the Big A in lovely Anaheim, Calif. and were treated to crisp infield play, wicked clutch pitching and solid fan involvement from start to finish. Plus, you may have seen me waving a Japanese flag on TV if you happened to be in Tokyo yesterday.
Apparently, according to the impenetrable code of how one wins advancement in the WBC, the win by Japan hurt the US chances of advancement to the semi-finals.
I say: "Who cares?"
The US is certainly not playing their A game and most on the team probably don't give a care about it -- preferring to retreat to the normal regimen of AARP sponsored tailgates, sit-ups and flying medicine balls in the Cactus and Grapefruit leagues. Thanks for coming, guys.
The rest of us can now quietly enjoy the real pros here -- Dominica, Japan, Korea and PR. Anyone who saw David Ortiz hit that 500 foot bomb off Cuba knows this is gonna be good -- without bad calls, griping MLB owners and A. Rod ruining it for everyone else.
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