When I talk about listening to baseball on the radio I am aware that I sound as though I had crawled, grizzled and frayed but otherwise intact, from a time capsule in which I had been interred, cryogenically comatose, since 1948. I don’t often bother pretending otherwise. But I don’t listen to radio because I’m old-fashioned (I’m using internet radio and a Macbook) or because I think it’s romantic or am unaware that one can now get live streaming video over the internet. I admit I’m cheap — a subscription to every broadcast of every game played costs me twenty bucks a season, and may be the only incredible deal still available from any major professional sports league — but it isn’t about the money either. I prefer the radio. Really. Read on