I’ll Take the Real Thing Easily Over Quaint Series

KCET may shed no tears, but based on the previews and the cancellation of the rest of the ’94 season, I’m boycotting Ken Burns’ baseball documentary series. The funereal narration and general tone, plinky-plunk single note banjo renditions of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame,” and utter lack of the muscular rush and thrill of baseball add up to fan depression.

In 100 years there will be some fake little artifact, probably owned by Disney, that they’ll tell us is our great national pastime--baggy uniforms, handlebar mustaches and big wind-ups.

My fiance and I met at Dodger Stadium, and we marry Oct. 22. Neither of us buys the Ken Burns notion of baseball as a quaint anachronism, and we’ll be in the top deck the next time Piazza homers, screaming at the top of our lungs. That’s baseball. Wait’ll next season--hope there is one.

LEE HARRIS

Burbank