The Cablevision/Time Warner war is over. At least until next year, when it's coming to your neck of the used-to-be-woods. (Sorry pal. Get a dish. Now.)
Barely believing the news, I flipped over to 26 and found Fran Healy. I've never, ever been so glad to see Fran Healy in my life, first spring-training telecasts included.
Of course we're now in a rain delay, but Mama always said you can't have everything. (Actually my mama always narrowed her eyes in fury, found the poor son of a bitch who could deliver the portion of everything one wasn't getting and most of the time got it, but I've heard of mamas who reportedly always said that.)
Anyway, if there were baseball on this channel, I'd be watching it.