Alright you mongoloids, listen up. I’m sick of the anti-Manfred circlejerk polluting every thread like mold on a Little League hot dog. Want a punching bag? Go whine about Angel Hernandez. But Rob "Big Brain" Manfred? That man is a visionary, and you’re too brain-damaged by pine tar fumes and nostalgia to see it.

1. Pace-of-Play Saved Baseball.
Your 4-hour Yankees-Red Sox slogs were unwatchable. Manfred’s pitch clock gave the game CPR. Now it’s crisp, sharp, and watchable. He didn’t ruin baseball—he resurrected it.

2. He Modernized the League.
You scream "muh tradition" while watching on your iPhone and crying about blackout rules on Reddit. Manfred brought in streaming, betting, global outreach—growth, you fossils. MLB was dying. He turned it into an entertainment product again.

3. "He’s soft on cheating!"
The Astros are a punchline for life. That’s justice. Endless suspensions would've nuked the sport. Manfred chose narrative and longevity over scorched-earth LARPing. You wanted drama? You got it.

4. He’s Building the Future.
Robot umps. Expansion. Youth outreach. He’s not here to co-sign your boomer fever dreams—he’s building a billion-dollar empire in a media jungle that eats dinosaurs alive.

Final point:
Every time you screech “Manfred hates baseball,” you expose yourself as a confused Luddite. You want 1998 back? Build a time machine. The rest of us are headed to 2030—on Manfred’s monorail.

TL;DR:
Manfred didn’t kill baseball. He saved it from becoming televised golf with nachos. You’ll realize this the moment your kid becomes a diehard Nashville Calaveras fan and you finally shut the hell up about "the good old days."

Cry harder. Cope louder. Manfred 4 Ever.