These are a few of my unfavorite things

If you’re a baseball fan, then you probably watched — as I did, — both major league championship series games last night. In the first, the Kansas City Royals completed a sweep of the Baltimore Orioles by winning 2-1, and in the second the San Francisco Giants took a 3-1 lead by posting a 6-4 comeback win over the Si. Louis Cardinals.

(Notice I avoided using the cliche “commanding lead” in the Giants score? Hey, for nearly five years, I was a sportswriter and then page editor first at The Spokesman-Review and then The Spokane Daily Chronicle. My colleagues and I tried to avoid cliches like … like … the plague.)

Anyway, my Vancouver (WA) friend Tom Knappenberger — who recently joined the ranks of the retired — sent me a link to a story about a controversy that was inspired by something that occurred in the KC-Baltimore post-game interview . It seems that, during the interview, KC pitcher Jeremy Guthrie wore a t-shirt bearing the inscription “These O’s Ain’t Royal.”

And this apparently upset some baseball fans. Mostly, I presume, from Baltimore.

Wow. This has inspired me to share a few of my own dislikes. Because I began this blog in 2003 as a movie blog, let me share with you a few things that upset me about contemporary cinema:

• Dan Aykroyd in “Get on Up.” Is he from France?
• Neil Patrick Harris in “Gone Girl.” Doogie Howser go home.
• Pretty much ever Michael Bay movie ever made. Except maybe “The Rock.”
• Steve Martin in the “Pink Panther” reboots. We’re sorry, Peter Sellers.
• Seth Rogen and James Franco, period. Kim Jong-un wants you … for dinner.
• Nicholas Sparks’ scribblings. Welcome, Mr. Hanky, the Christmas poo.
• The guy who talked all through as screening of “Kill the Messenger” on Tuesday night. OK, he was explaining the plot to a woman wearing an acoustical assistance rig. But seriously. Inside voice only, please.
• Filmmakers who insist on using their cameras like salt shakers. It ain’t art, pal, it’s a business.
• Chris Tucker. Click here , if you dare.

I could go on all day. In fact, let me add one final dislike:

• Self-important film critics.

There. I feel so much better now — and not in the slightest way inclined to apologize for anything. Maybe I’ll even print up a t-shirt.