Every few years we drag ourselves out to a baseball game. I think the last time I caught a game was last year at Yankee Stadium. Was that last year or the year before? Anyway, Da Chimpz weren't with me -- they profess to be bored by the sport.

Even yesterday's day at the Jacobs Field (or whatever they call it now) was abnormal, as Mojo was sitting up in the grandstands while the rest of us hunkered for shade under a bleacher deck just to the rear of the right field foul pole. We had the patio area -- nice.

We even got a visit from Alane's favorite Cleveland Indian, Slider. Unfortunately Alane had wandered off and didn't get to say hello. Or get the obligatory snapshot. (That makes two snapshots we just barely missed over the weekend -- one with the Indians' insufferable mascot, and one with the local network's insufferable weatherman).

Cookie sat at his little patio table and sipped lemonade the whole time, mostly oblivious to the baseball game. I suspect he'd have more interest in the competition if he had a team to follow. But that's hard to do without cable TV so all we get to see are random games from random teams. Even I get bored watching those (I'm usually reading blogs in one window while ESPN3 plays in another).

So it looks like the baseball-fan trait of the Mastandrea gene is going to dead-end at this generation. I'm sure MLB has lots of geniuses explaining to each other why this is good for their sport.