Baseball saddens me.
First game I attended was in 1971 at brand new Veterans Stadium. I was 6 at the time and was immediately hooked. (though NOT on the Phillies...but baseball in general) By the mid 1970s I knew every player on every team. I lived and slept baseball. No cable back then but I'd watch every O's or Phillies game that was televised locally. 1981 I got my license and 2 years later I was an 18 year old who owned his first season ticket plan with the Orioles. At this time I was going to 40-50 games a season in Baltimore, Philly, NY, Cleveland, Pittsburgh...wherever I could reasonably drive to, I'd be there. By the late 1980s I started booking flights to LA, San Diego, Chicago, Atlanta...I was consumed with baseball.
I held my season ticket plan in Baltimore until the late 1990s. By this point, marriage, family, job demands, and an increasing frustration with strikes and lockouts had me starting to pull back. I replaced Orioles tickets with Senators tickets. I had those until several years ago. These days, I might see 1 or 2 games a season. Mostly for fun, the passion I had for baseball has long since waned. It is what it is - there's so much about the game and the way it's operated that I can't stand. Final straw was the hideous extra inning rule and the 7 inning doubleheaders. As a baseball purist who developed his love for the game 50 years ago - seeing what's transpired over the years makes me sick.