Boy, did Bob Thompson ever get it right in his essay about Fox TV's inanely hyperactive coverage of the American League Championship Series [Style, Oct. 23].
One of the great and lasting appeals of our national game is its measured pace, its graceful rhythm, played out on that big green lawn. Fox nearly destroyed that rhythm with its exploding logos, kiddie-cartoon sound effects, moronic "Right Now!" panels (we could all see who's on base if they'd get the stupid graphic off the screen) and the rest.
And the constant close-ups!
As I watch the World Series on Fox, I don't care about counting pitcher Bronson Arroyo's nose hairs -- let me see Mr. Arroyo and Albert Pujols staring each other down. Show the field. Show the infielders dropping into their crouches as the pitcher rocks and fires. Show the game.
I watched the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Sox all summer on local networks, which show the game because they don't have the money for 62 camera angles, 17 replays of every pitch and endless nitwit graphics.
When the game comes back to Washington next spring, let's hope it'll be broadcast by and for people who care about baseball.
Thomas Boswell searched for baseball miracles earlier than the 2004 Red Sox in his column "An Unmatched Series of Events" [Sports, Oct. 22].
The best precedent happened in Boston itself in 1914, when the Braves rose from dead last on the Fourth of July to win the National League pennant. They defeated the mighty Philadelphia Athletics in the World Series in four straight games. The team was known ever after as the Miracle Braves of 1914.