Thanksgiving commences that time of the year for American baseball lovers when there really is no baseball. The combination of tryptophan in my butterball and the lack of a fastball on my television conspire to knock me out. The World Series is a memory, The Hawaiian Baseball League is now defunct and the Arizona Fall League played its last game last weekend.
Even award season for the MLB is nearly over with Pujols and Mauer named MVPs.
Sure, for diehards, the the Puerto Rican League has just begun, the Mexican, Dominican and Venezuelan Leagues are in full-swing. And the Carribean Series looms out in February.
Several years ago the boredom got to a few fans, and they tragically used turkeys in a baseball game. One sportswriter wondered if baseball might extend to turkey day after Bud Selig famously said this year during game 5 of the World Series, as the rains poured down, that they would stay there until Thanksgiving if they had to.
A lull in the action this holiday will give me a chance to read Bob Gibson and Reggie Jackson's new book, Sixty Feet Six Inches, a fascinating dialogue between a Hall of Fame pitcher and a Hall of Fame batter. Both are confident they could have dominated the other, although they don't recall their one at-bat together the same way.
After stuffing ourselves, my son and I may role a dice baseball game between the Cape League's 2009 East and West All-Stars.
MLB Network will run a series of All-Star game highlights from the 50s, 60 and 70s throughout the afternoon on Thanksgiving.
As you doze off on the couch Thursday after an extra slice of pumpkin pie, dream of next summer when great college baseball is played on green grass beneath a hot sun. Gobble it up.