I get the rationale behind the head honchos of Major League Baseball's desire to speed up the game.
This year's average game time of 3-hours-5-minutes is too long prompting the administrators of America's past time to tinker with ideas like a "pitch clock" to keep the game flowing.
I say forget it. I don't mind if a pitcher throws over to a base 17-times to keep a runner close. It's one of the many nuances of baseball strategy that make the game interesting.
But I'm old and the baseball paying public is quickly switching to manic millenials who have the attention span of a puppy in a forest full of squirels.
Instead of increasing technology, why not get rid of manager's challenges and give the game back to the human element while trimming timley ticks off the clock. I can live with the infrequent mistakes.
Mind you I'm the type of baseball dinosaur who would also get rid of the designated hitter. That's my parting shot. I'm Drew Wilson.
It's too bad Canadian Joey Votto continues to toil in the relative obscurity of Cincinnati where he was the virtual lone veteran wolf left standing after last season's purge as the Reds rebuild for the future.
He's not flashy or flamboyant, he just goes about his job with one of the best on base percentages in baseball. So far this season it's at an incredible .447, 20-points higher than his career average. He is also on pace for a career high in home runs sitting just 6-shy of his standard of 37 in 2010 and could reach the 100 RBI plateau for the third time in his 11-year career.
Votto fell a game shy of tying Ted Williams' 70-year-old record of getting on base at least twice a game for 21 straight contests, reaching just once Wednesday night on a base hit.
Joey Votto's quintessentially Canadian business like baseball approach in a small market may mean despite a long hall-of-fame worthy career, he may not make the Cooperstown cut.
It's great to see Hayley Wickenhieser stepping up in a hockey world that on its public face, continues to hide its head in the sand when it comes to concussions.
The WHL is one of the worst offenders. There is no doubt the league takes the problem seriously and makes sure injured players do not return until they are healthy.
But forget about finding out just how many concussions disguised as "upper body injuries" occur during a 72-game regular season compressed into less than six months.
The NHL is even worse, apparently more concerned about downplaying the long term effects of brain injuries for fear of fuelling the fire of a lingering lawsuit.
Up steps Wickenheiser, the best women's player the game has ever produced. Having suffered a concussion during her amazing career, she is working with a digital Therapeutics company on a video game to help victims recover from brain injuries.
In a game she revolutionized on the ice, Wickenheiser continues to blaze trails even after hanging up her skates.
News that former Pro Wrestler Ric "The Nature Boy" Flair is ailing harkens me back to my days as a former fan.
My early memories of the "squared circle" as a boy go back even further, remembering the likes of "Whipper" Billy Watson, Canada's greatest athlete (self-proclaimed of course) Gene Kiniski and the original Shiek (who I later learned spoke English and wasn't really from Syria).
It was a time when pro wrestling was more believable in the ring before evolving into the ridiculous and much more dangerous theatrics of today, where it seems storylines can be pushed well beyond what us "old fans" would deem appropriate.
Flair in his prime was as flamboyant as they come and while frequently holding one version or another of a "world championship", he would grind out one-hour title matches, sometimes several times a week.
While pro Wrestling doesn't qualify as a sport with its fake fighting and pre-determined outcomes, the practitioners like Ric Flair are definitely athletes.
Bryan Murray's hockey career was perserverence personified.
The 74 year old succumbed to a three year battle with stage four colon cancer on the weekend after a 35-year NHL career as a coach, general manager and front office executive.
It almost never happened. Murray was fired from his job as Head Coach by the Pembroke Jr-A Lumber Kings, situated just a stone's throw from his hometown of Shawville, Que. While pondering a return to full-time teaching in 1979, Murray was talked into taking the same position with the WHL's Regina Pats by former GM Bob Strumm.
Murray decided to try it for a season. A year later he was coaching the AHL's Hershey Bears and moved up to be the bench boss of the NHL's Washington Capitals a year after that.
Murray's success is a testiment to his drive, adaptability and love of the game. His passing is a sign you can take nothing for granted especailly in the face of an insidious disease that know no boundaries.