Citing irreconcilable differences, I have filed for divorce from Major League Baseball.

Rob Manfred, baseball’s chief bean counter, thinks fans want more excitement, e.g., more home runs, and shorter games, automatic intentional walks and, under consideration, starting extra-inning games with a baserunner on second.

But I’m from the era when baseball was considered the thinking man’s game — a walk is as good as a hit, the hit and run was a key part of a manager’s strategy, and the suicide squeeze was an effective way to score a run.

My amicable divorce from baseball saddens me. For more than six decades, baseball and I had a perfectly loving relationship. I bought tickets and the league’s made-in-China junk. In turn, baseball provided me with reliable entertainment. I devoured the morning-after box scores.

But gradually we drifted apart. I’ve opposed every bureaucratic-imposed change in baseball since the 1961 expansion.

As with every teetering relationship, a point of no return arrives that kills the once passionate romance. For baseball and me, that moment was the 2019 Home Run Derby.

No doubt I’m missing something, but I don’t get the fascination. A citizen lobs a cookie into the batter’s pre-identified wheelhouse. Then, the batter hits a jacked-up ball 425 feet, and the awestruck crowd gasps.

Suddenly, I saw the light. Manfred’s vision for baseball’s future is that every game will be a modified home run derby.

If Manfred wants more home runs, he’ll get them. MLB owns Rawlings, the leading baseball manufacturer. No need to summon Sherlock Holmes to figure out how in 2019 MLB is on a record-breaking home run pace.

The June 10 Arizona Diamondbacks’ 13-8 win over the Philadelphia Phillies that featured 13 homers may be Manfred’s ideal, but to most it’s boring. As Justin Verlander said about Manfred’s foolish insistence that the ball isn’t jacked, fans aren’t stupid.

For years, I’ve been telling friends that given a choice between spending five hours and a small fortune at an MLB game or staying home with my baseball history books, I’ll take the latter every time.

As good luck would have it, an outstanding book that took me back to my childhood, and the old Pacific Coast League, has just been published, Left on Base in the Bush Leagues, authored by veteran sportswriter Gaylon H. White.

In those days, the PCL had eight teams: the Hollywood Stars, Los Angeles Angels, Oakland Oaks, Portland Beavers, Sacramento Solons, San Diego Padres, San Francisco Seals and Seattle Rainiers. From those eight squads came many outstanding major league players like Ted Williams, Joe DiMaggio, Luke Easter, Billy Martin, Bill Mazeroski and others less well known, but still solid.

White has written a fascinating account of a better time in baseball, the minor leagues during the 1950s and ’60s when any town that was big enough to have a bank was large enough to have a ball club. During the minor league’s heyday, there were 59 leagues that fielded a total of 464 teams.

My team back in the 1950s was the Hollywood Stars, so called because ownership consisted of a silver screen syndicate of Tinseltown personalities who loved baseball. An evening spent at Gilmore Field, the Stars’ home ballpark, was certain to include a Clark Gable, Natalie Wood or Gregory Peck sighting.

The stars were accessible and exchanged friendly words with the fans. Then, there was the 1955 day when Jayne Mansfield was crowned Miss Hollywood Stars. When a barely clad Mansfield emerged from the dugout, the crowd gasped in unison.

But rough and tumble baseball was always the main attraction, and to the fans’ delight, as many as 200 games each season were played up and down the West Coast with visiting teams staying in town for a week.

For fans who missed out on minor league baseball’s magic, White’s book will fill you in. For fans like me who were part of the scene, Left on Base in the Bush Leagues is a happy reminder of baseball’s better days.

— Joe Guzzardi is a member of the Society for American Baseball Research and the Internet Baseball Writers Association of America who now lives in Pittsburgh. He can be reached at, or follow him on Twitter: @joeguzzardi19. Click here to read previous columns. The opinions expressed are his own.

Joe Guzzardi is an Institute for Sound Public Policy analyst who has written about immigration for more than 30 years. A California native who now lives in Pittsburgh, he can be reached at The opinions expressed are his own.