The Olympics are over. Thank goodness. I admit it: I did not watch one minute of them. There was nothing there that interested me.
        And when the Olympics return four years from now, I promise you, I will care even less.
        Baseball has been thumbed out of the 2012 Olympics because the major leagues refused to kowtow to the pompous, grandstanding frauds who run the Games by interrupting their season once every four years to allow their premier players to participate.
        Hooray for Bud Selig.
        What’s so wrong about sending our top college players, along with some minor leaguers, who are thrilled to represent the red, white and blue?
        Isn’t that what the Olympics are supposed to be all about?
        If TV ratings are all that the Olympic pooh bahs are interested in, why don’t they add poker to their list of so-called sports?
        More to the point, I think baseball and softball, the first sports to be dropped from the Olympics since polo in 1936 by the way, were ejected because they are too American.
        Now, Chicago is vying with Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and Madrid for the right to host the 2016 games.
        And baseball is groveling, along with softball, golf, rugby, roller sports, squash and karate for the right to be included eight years hence.
        In 2016, the Summer Olympics may be held in Chicago -- with or without our national pastime.
        I dare say, nearly every kid growing up in America -- or Venezuela, or Cuba, or the Dominican Republic, or Japan -- has at least once dreamed of someday playing baseball in the big leagues.
        But I’ll bet you can’t find one kid in the world who ever dreamed of someday playing baseball on the Olympics.