As a ball player, what's not to like with the feast or famine approach? I hit the homer, I don't have to worry about running around the bases, having to know situations, run the risk of injury. I can just trot around the bases, hey, look at me I just gave you a souvenir of my wonderfulness, thump my heart, kiss my fingers, point to the sky, cross home plate, bump elbows and celebrate with all the guys and have a seat. If I strikeout, hey, no problem. At least I didn't hit into a double play and again, I don't have the fuss of having to run again. Back to the dugout and my bag of seeds. On defense, the other guy hits a homer and I can just stand there and marvel at its majestic trajectory and watch the fans scramble for the ball . . . very entertaining. Of course if the other guy strikes out . . . awesome. One down . . . two down, three and were outta here and I didn't have to run around chasing the baseball, risk injury or exert myself. Home run derby baby. Who needs athletes.