I was 9 years old in 1994 when the Major League Baseball players’ strike happened, wiping out the last several weeks of the regular season and all of the playoffs, including the World Series. I still remember many fans responding with anger that the billionaire owners and millionaire players couldn’t come together on a collective bargaining agreement. It was one of several work stoppages that have taken place in the game’s history. It’s just a game; why were these people letting money destroy America’s pastime?
I know it’s more complicated than that, but that’s how much of the public saw it. Being a kid, I didn’t really understand what was going on. I’d been a fan of the game since I could remember, and I was disappointed that I couldn’t watch the rest of the season. Yet I wasn’t too angry or upset. I just assumed that it was normal. At a young age, I quickly learned a lesson that, while baseball is just a game, all the “adult” stuff gets in the way and that I’ll just have to deal with it.