But as we all know, even rookies make mistakes, and sadly, did. The most notable is the fact that there is no player collision whatsoever. Runners slide through the basemen's outstretched arms, fielders run through umpires, and tags are made when it seems there is still another foot between the 'tagger' and 'taggee'. Next year, I hope they address these issues, because I'm really hoping to run the catcher over on my way to home plate.
I think a lot of the other rookie problems came in the sound department as well. Now I know there are 162 games played in a baseball season, but there has to be more said in the commentary other than the two things you hear each game. Seriously, each ballpark has two introductions from the play-by-play man, meaning you hear the same one every other game. Meanwhile, the color commentator alternates his catch phrases between pitches, which get old by the bottom half of the first inning. The good in all of this is the soundtrack, featuring artists like Sum 41, Burning Brides, Taproot, The Exies, The Donnas and more, and the background noise, which follows the game down to the final out. If the home team starts stinking up the joint, the crowd will start booing. Vice versa, if the visiting ball club is getting rocked, there's a good chance you'll hear them chant: Overrated! clap, clap, clap clap clap. Any time I hear that about the Yankees, I have to smile.