The Warriors are stinking up the hardwood. I can’t wait for baseball season.

Although I would have no problem with Holliday proving me wrong

And let me say for the record, I enjoy the NFL playoffs, last night’s contest in San Diego notwithstanding. (Although I must say, the Chargers’ cheerleaders should be allowed to attend the team’s road games, too).

It’s not that more football games seem to be decided by dumb calls; it’s that more important games seem to be decided by dumb calls. And the overtime rule for the playoffs is lame. Let them play another 15:00, and decide it that way.

Which, of course, is another reason baseball is so appealing. You don’t get to “run out the clock”. There isn’t a taking-a-knee option. You have to get 27 outs (well ok, unless it rains or snows). Even a play that might resemble taking a knee- the intentional walk- at least has some strategy behind it. And you are still putting someone on base. (Same applies for Hack-A-Shaq in the NBA. Sure the odds are in your favor, but I have seen it backfire).

So imagine a playoff baseball game goes into extra innings, and they flip a coin to decide who gets to bat first. And the first batter hits a homerun. And your team is the one that allowed the home run. I imagine you’d feel how the Colts’ fans feel this morning.

I am still bitter about the 2002 Western Conference Finals. Talk about one-sided.

Although if Sac just made their free-throws in Game 7, they win regardless. A great shooting team just choked that series away at the line.

And screw Robert Horry.

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As for the game itself, it’s hard to overstate just how little action occurs in an NFL game. It’s often bandied about that your average game contains something like 12 minutes of snap-to-whistle football. In the age of TiVo, we sometimes forget this. In person, it’s excruciatingly apparent. You’ve no doubt watched a game on TV and sat bewildered before a sequence that goes something like this: third down off-tackle, time out for measurement, commercial break, line up for field goal, time out by defensive team to “ice” the kicker, commercial break, made field goal, commercial break, kickoff, commercial break, first down dive play for two yards. For $55, this mind-numbing tedium can be experienced in person, except under these circumstances you can’t check your e-mail, run to the can, grab a beer from the fridge, feed your dog or flip to another channel.

All of this is a long-winded way of saying: I can’t begin to fathom how any football fan can say baseball is boring. In baseball, we have more action, no halftime, an infinitely better in-person experience, cheaper tickets, prettier girls and better weather.