Grey’s Anatomy is on, again. And thank God there’s a baseball game I can watch in the bedroom.

Oh, wow, another sick kid on Grey's. I'm shocked! Shocked!

Oh, wow, another sick kid on Grey's. I'm shocked! Shocked!

Now I’m not saying Grey’s is a bad show, which it is (just awful). I’m not saying I don’t get the love for McDreamy, which I don’t (didn’t he play the pizza delivery guy/gigolo in that horrible 80s movie on the ride-on mower?).

For me, it’s just that I’m done with all medical dramas. Private Practice? No thanks. E.R. re-runs? I’ll run. House? Not home.

Why? I’ve lived it.

See, I’m a Dad who has seen both of his kids with feeding tubes in their noses. I’ve watched one kid’s heart rate go blip, blip, blip in a neonatal intensive care unit on Christmas Day. I’ve sat outside in the waiting room while a surgeon cut into the other one.

For me, the fun is gone from medical dramas. I used to like medical dramas, really I did. I was a “must see TV” junkie in my 20s and E.R., to me, was the best of the bunch. But now that I’ve lived it, for real, I don’t want anything to do with it in make believe. When I turn on TV now, I want an escape. And seeing kids in pain, for me, is just not entertaining.

And, let’s face it, the laws of averages say there will be a kid soon enough on one of these shows. There are so damn many hospital and health care shows on these days and the storylines are so thin that they just have to – have to – put kids in the show every six episodes. And so they do. And I walk out.

I used to work for a prosecutor. He’d prosecuted more than 100 murder trials, meaning he’d been on the scene of most of those murders. And he used to tell me that after he’d been on those crime scenes, TV shows about them just didn’t entertain him anymore – it was real enough in life.

So I sit alone watching baseball (or whatever else is on, really). And I get to miss Grey’s. And that’s a bonus, because that show is just stinks.

Yes, Jay, it does stink

Yes, Jay, it does stink