I've decided that daylight savings time is a lot like the designated hitter. They're both relatively recent inventions, they both artificially alter a well-established system, and they both generate an irrational amount of fear and loathing.
Personally, I like both of them. I'd rather spend an extra hour in the darnkess than watch the average pitcher take a turn at bat. I grew up with the DH - hell, I remember Ron Blomberg - so it's always been the natural order of things to me. This may be my fifteenth season in a National League city, but that hasn't altered my opinion. You can take all your sacrifice bunts, your silly double switches, and your pinch-hitting-by-a-utility-infielder. I'd rather watch Edgar Martinez.
As for DST, I get up to go to work a little after 5 AM. Were there no DST, I'd be waking up to sunshine in June and July. It's infinitely nicer to have that sunshine after dinner, when I can enjoy it. I can almost understand the anti-DH arguments, but I'll never grok the anti-DST logic. Time zones and our 24-hour clock are equally artificial, so why does a little tinkering with it bother you? Spring forward, people, it's good for you!
(Note: the link to te DH article at Mike's Baseball Rants may be blogspotty, so if you wind up someplace weird, look for the April 7 entry entitled "Boxing Pandora".)Posted by Charles Kuffner on April 08, 2003 to Baseball | TrackBack