The late Kobe Bryant won an Academy Award for his short film titled “Dear Basketball.” It was a love story of sorts, chronicling the moment he fell in love with the sport, its ups, its downs and what he was able to garner from his career in the game he loved.
As we embark on another spring of America’s pastime, baseball, I think it might be important to pen a letter to the game itself. A game that can never seem to get out of its own way, so to speak, coming out of an off-season riddled with controversy surrounding World Series championships that were won under suspicious circumstances and the laughable “penalties” handed down to the wrongdoers. Baseball finds itself in familiar territory, once again trying to gain back the trust of loyal fans like myself and many others out there.
Dear Baseball — Why can’t you ever get it right? Rigged games in the early 1900s, gambling by those trusted to protect its sanctity, steroids, the list goes on. Only professional boxing has harbored more scandals than you. And that was with a heavy-handed crime syndicate calling the shots; you’ve made your own mess, time after time after heartbreaking time.