Baseball card collecting is a nostalgic man's game. That is a huge part of it for me.
As an old man yelling at sky
(there are no clouds in California), the game of baseball has changed so much that it is almost unrecognizable. I can get past the ridiculous celebratory pageantry of home run trots,
but it's the smaller things that annoy the living h*ll out of me.
One example:
In watching my
Mets in the playoffs, every single pitch is ridiculously framed by the catcher.
EVERY PITCH. Their mitts are never still, and are always in motion!!! The pitch comes in, and with a quick wrist movement, he obviously and fraudulently moves it inside the strike zone.
A ball is two feet outside,
NO PROBLEM!! A snap of a wrist flip and it's in the strike zone...held there waiting for the ump to call it a strike
(thankfully, it doesn't ever seem to falsely sway him).
I want just one umpire to say to a manager,
"Every time your catcher tries to frame the plate, I will call it a ball. If his mitt moves after the ball hits it...BALL!!!" 
