I was watching the end of game 7 of the Cardinals-Mets game last night (congrats St. Louis fans) and had a few thoughts:
First, I am so glad that I'm not watching baseball this late in the season. I can't imagine trying to add "4 hour long games" into my already frenzied life these days. Remember the 2003 division series in Oakland during which the west coast games started at 10pm and ended some time in late December? Guh. I remember I had just moved into my current apartment and spent my first night keeping my poor chronic fatigue syndrome-suffering roommate Fantelope up all night. It took a full tofu dinner and a hairy armpit handjob to win him back over to my side.
But more importantly, I think it's time to start summarily executing the "sound effect" guys at these stadiums. It was bottom of the ninth, two men on in a 3-1 game. A very tense situation. But the sound guy decided he need to spice things up with some "Cotton Eyed Joe" and some canned "Let's Go Mets" chants. Really? The suits don't think the whole "Game 7 of the NLCS, close game in the bottom of the ninth" is appealing to the right demographic? Need to jazz it up a bit? That's a good idea, Mr. Junior Vice President of Marketing. Maybe you could tell me more over here by this firing squad. Don't worry - they won't shoot you. They're baseball fans. Baseball fans LOVE when you fuck with their game.
Speaking of people who think they're better than me (what?), Mike Nastri will be leading the Scamper charge tomorrow at the Row-a-palooza event. Check the SHOWS page for details. Mike (that's Mr. Nastri if you're nasty) has even promised a journal entry recap of the show. So let's hold him to that, shall we?
First, I am so glad that I'm not watching baseball this late in the season. I can't imagine trying to add "4 hour long games" into my already frenzied life these days. Remember the 2003 division series in Oakland during which the west coast games started at 10pm and ended some time in late December? Guh. I remember I had just moved into my current apartment and spent my first night keeping my poor chronic fatigue syndrome-suffering roommate Fantelope up all night. It took a full tofu dinner and a hairy armpit handjob to win him back over to my side.
But more importantly, I think it's time to start summarily executing the "sound effect" guys at these stadiums. It was bottom of the ninth, two men on in a 3-1 game. A very tense situation. But the sound guy decided he need to spice things up with some "Cotton Eyed Joe" and some canned "Let's Go Mets" chants. Really? The suits don't think the whole "Game 7 of the NLCS, close game in the bottom of the ninth" is appealing to the right demographic? Need to jazz it up a bit? That's a good idea, Mr. Junior Vice President of Marketing. Maybe you could tell me more over here by this firing squad. Don't worry - they won't shoot you. They're baseball fans. Baseball fans LOVE when you fuck with their game.
Speaking of people who think they're better than me (what?), Mike Nastri will be leading the Scamper charge tomorrow at the Row-a-palooza event. Check the SHOWS page for details. Mike (that's Mr. Nastri if you're nasty) has even promised a journal entry recap of the show. So let's hold him to that, shall we?
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The canned music and all the other extraneous crap is why I think we all need to think about becoming hockey fans. I went to the Bruins home opener last night and there was none of that shit going on. Just some music between periods. No one was telling us when to cheer or to cheer louder. I'm liking hockey again.
I wish I could get into hockey. It's just that every hockey player I've ever met (except Cam Neely) has been an irredeemable douchebag.
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