Thursday, May 06, 2004
I don't see any point in complaining about the stupid decisions made by the baseball men of America. There is nothing any amount of outrage by any amount of Americans can do to make these people change their minds. Once they get fixated on something, it is destined to happen. Eventually they will get around to contracting the Twins, eventually uniforms will be a patchwork of alcohol and erectile dysfunction medication advertisements, and eventually Bud Selig will enter the Hall of Fame to the disgust of all right-thinking citizens everywhere. Railing against the ads or the lead-off meters or Flukie the Singing Knuckleball is a complete waste of time. That being said, the latest developments could have been worse; they could make the players dress like characters from Spider-man. And although it would be sort of cool to see David Ortiz wear Kraven the Hunter's awesome lion-cape thing, I don't think it's that much of a stretch to say that would probably be far more distracting than webbing decals on the bases.
But don't get me wrong - this is really ridiculous, and further proof that MLB needs a true commissioner, pronto.
