Cheech Marin: Everything You Need to Know About the Changing Face of America Can Be Seen on a Baseball Diamond
There is something strange happening to our national pastime. At first, I couldn't put my finger on it. Everything seemed normal. I was sitting around on a Sunday afternoon, drinking a beer, watching my team, the L.A. Dodgers, playing their longtime rivals, the San Francisco Giants. I hadn't really followed baseball as of late; too many other things to do, I guess. I was alone and decided to luxuriate in the wonders of my new big screen "high-definition" TV. Man, the picture was good. You could count the pores in each player's face. The grass was so green, it looked like the teams were playing in Ireland. I love technology ... when it works. I settled back and eased into my massage chair. Life is fucking lovely.