I’m in a bad mood in general and far too snarky at times and I don’t want to go on record forever as disliking people who are attracted to a sports that do little or nothing for me. It’s petty. The world doesn’t revolve around me. It’s not the end of the world for a baseball game to happen at a NASCAR track I guess.
I went to a demolition derby once and loved it as much as everyone else. Though I could’ve done without the Confederate flags. If it weren’t a 4 hour drive away I probably would’ve gone again. I’m perhaps even capable of liking tractor pulls. The food there is surely good.
So if other people like events and “sports” that to me are mere sideshows (oops I did it again) too bad for me. I probably need to lighten up.
I do, though, dislike pandering attempts to make baseball “relevant“ to people with even shorter attention spans than my own who seem unable to appreciate baseball for the right reasons or to grasp its nuances. I don’t like seeing my sport disfigured.
When I was a little kid and I figured out the complexity of the game and could understand it at a glance, there was a soaring sense of accomplishment and belonging that has never left me. I felt invited into the inner sanctum of a holy temple of sorts and I don’t like seeing that experience diminished.
But the push is to reduce it to a level everybody can accept. Make it big, make it loud, make it proud, bet on it, turn it into a home run derby along with all the other aspects of the military industrial sports complex because it’s nothing more than one big revenue stream anyway rubs me the wrong way
Maybe Tennessee needs Major League Baseball. Maybe it’ll be a good thing. Maybe they even deserve it.
So I will stop praying for it to rain in Bristol and for tornadoes to touch down and lift everybody’s pick up trucks into the sky. I hope the event goes off without a hitch and everyone eats lots of funnel cakes and deep fried squirrel and whatever else it is they like down there.