Don’t look now, folks, but with less than a month to go, the Major League Baseball season is right around the corner, ready to pounce and ready to perhaps take your wallet:
And while some speculate that the current economic crisis will severely hinder and affect baseball as well as the game’s overall attendance, I like to think that baseball will be just the thing that kicks us all in the collective ^ss and gets our minds thinking about things other than plummeting stocks and dwindling 401Ks.
The good news is: we are already seeing signs that point to positive attendance numbers.
The bad news is: people are really hurting.
I know it. You know it. We can’t turn on the evening news anymore without being fear-mongered to death by stock prices horrifically reminiscent of Jason Voorhees, Freddy Kruger and Dick Cheney. Such scare tactics seem more responsible for soft markets and second-guessing investors than anything else. We are being bombarded by negativity!
So I can’t help but ask: Isn’t the state of the economy more of an attitude than it is a tangible barometer for life? Can we not convince ourselves that everything will be okay, that our bank accounts will be okay, that the Cardinals might make the post-season?
Despite King Bud’s ominous foreshadowing, the fact remains: we Joe Six-Pack US Americans (and some Canadians) need baseball. We need to have that summer escape, experience that trite tranquility, find that bubbly beer-man. Without it, we would be lost. Believe me. I remember 1994.
And it almost killed me.
Sure, we will all have to make sacrifices. In fact, I have already begun instituting a frugal fiscal program that will eventually afford me the ability to go to the ballpark this season:
Instead of Johnnie Walker Black, I’ll drink Johnnie Walker Red.
Instead of Giordano’s, I’ll eat Little Caesars.
Instead of going to Kelly Clarkson concerts, I’ll watch American Idol Rewind.
Simple as that, I have a few extra dollars to blow on $5 hot dogs and and $7 Old Styles.
But I will be happy… and that’s the most important thing.
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
Venerable MLBlogocrat and de facto Dear Leader, Mark Newman, announced yesterday that Red State Blue State sits atop the 2008 MLBlogosphere as the number one fan blog in the… well… in the entire universe. With that, I’d like to say that Kanye West is full of crap.
It ain’t lonely at the top.
Because this honor would not have been possible without you, Dear Readers. Ravenously hungry for the special RSBS blend of baseball and politics only available through the uncensored blabberings of me and my colleague, the oft jaded Mr. Allen Krause, we humbly tip our hats to you for making this dream a reality.
In lieu of this special occasion, I, personally, would like to take a moment and sincerely thank each and every one of you in the MLBlogosphere: the bloggers, the commentors, the administrators, the techie nerds behind the curtain and of course MLB.com.
Any regular RSBS patron knows that our unique brand of blasphemy and argumentative analysis would simply not be possible without all of the above.
In addition, I would also like to thank:
Mom — for birthing me and everything else 😉
The St. Louis Cardinals — for giving me a reason to live every spring
The Chicago Whitesox — for being in my neighborhood and luring me in with Connie’s pizza
Dad — for teaching me that I didn’t have to become a Major Leaguer to be successful (though it would’ve certainly helped)
The Chicago Cubs — for dreaming the impossible dream and providing blog fodder galore
Barack Obama — for convincing people that “Yes, We Can”
2007 Ms. Teen South Carolina — for being my US American muse
The Prince of New York — for being my must-read blog of the day, every day
Allison Stokke — for being hot
Mr. Allen Krause — for being a dear friend willing to take my hyperbolic haymakers and verbal vanquishings without being too much of a baby about it.
But you don’t have to worry about us… we’re just a couple of twelve-year olds trapped in thirty-year old bodies who don’t have the know-how to wield power or even consider being corrupt.
We love baseball.
And when you really think about it, isn’t that enough?
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.