This weekend is why I hate interleague play. That's not quite true. I mostly hate interleague play because I'm an old fuddy-duddy when it comes to baseball. Hell, I'd raise the pitching mounds again if I had my way, even though they were lowered before my time. Don't even get me started on the scourge that is the live-ball.
For those of us who remember the time before this willy-nilly mixing of the National League and the American League during the MLB regular season, having two teams you rooted for didn't always have to divide your loyalties if you had the good sense to pick one team per league. Having two teams only divided your loyalties if, against all the substantial odds, those two teams met in the World Series--a situation more suited for rejoicing than for sorrow.
Now, though, twice a season the team I love for multi-generational reasons has to play my hometown team I also root for. This weekend I'm reduced to looking at the pitching matchups and comparative standings to decide which side I'm on for any given Cardinals-Royals game, and even when I decide one team can spare the loss I feel bad about making that conclusion.
Adding insult to injury, the silly broadcast blackout rules mean that I can't watch these games using my otherwise excellent MLB.TV subscription. Since I refuse to pay an obnoxious television provider large sums of money to beam programing I don't want into my home just to get the Royals' broadcasts when I can follow them online and on the radio, I'm effectively blacked out of the broadcast for both my teams this weekend.
Annoying though it may be, the broadcast blackout for the Benton Compound is something of a blessing in disguise. This weekend amounts to a bye for both my favorite sports, so I've written an extra bit, worked on catching up on my day job some, and even cleaned out the garage a little.
I have checked in on the Cards-Royals games a little, though. Just a glance here and there. I don't know who I'm rooting for.