This poem sums up my feelings about the dumbed-down, strikeout-and-launch-angle-infested approach to baseball offense (and it IS offensive):
The Old-Fashioned Batter
by George E. Phair
How dear to my heart was the old-fashioned batter, who scattered line drives from the spring to the fall.
He did not resemble the up-to-date batter, who swings from the heels and misses the ball.
The up-to-date batter, I’m not very strong for; he shatters the ozone with all of his might.
And that is the reason I hanker and long for –
Those who doubled to left, and tripled to right.
The old-fashioned batter,
The eagle-eyed batter,
The thinking-man’s batter,
Who tripled to right.