I am grateful. I am humbled by the number of responses to my last post. I am proud of the work I’ve done here, and am glad to know that so many people read and enjoy my work. Thanks to everyone who took the time to write.
On to this week’s theme…..
D-Wil put together a similar rant right around the same time I did:
…. The Giants are so bad that an opposing scout says of the team:
“The Giants aren’t as bad as you’ve heard —- they’re worse.”
It is said that most hitters in the Giants lineup would not start on other teams, that there are no pitching prospects in their farm system while their number one pitcher, Barry Zito, cannot reach the high-80 mph range with any pitch in his arsenal, and his once-lethal curveball lacks bite.
With a team that will be hard-pressed to win 65 games the smart thing to do would be to keep as many reminders of Bonds around AT&T as possible to distract the dwindling crowds. If Magowan had any brains and wasn’t bent on being such an ungrateful bastard he’d build a Bonds theme park with two life-size artificial-intelligence talking Bonds figures; one who talks in contrived platitudes to the fans and another in a replica of his locker configuration.
…. Peter Magowan could care less. As long as those 68 luxury suites, 5,200 club seats, and those 1,500 special field seats are paid for, and he get 10,000 more plebes to sit anywhere else they want, he’s fine. The contract signed in 2000 got him a cool $53 million in straight cash homey dollars for the naming rights through 2019; that through the thick of the last eight years and the desert carcass thin of the next indeterminate number of years to come.
I’ve heard it said and written that many of the people who fill PacBell could care less about baseball, they’re just there to be part of the scene, (whatever that means). Well, we’ll learn this season exactly how true that is. With a team showcasing exactly two top-flight young players, and perhaps one or two more 25 or 26-year olds worth ten cents, along with the absolute worst position player talent in all of baseball, it’s gonna be a long, long season. Hell, this team is gonna have six and eight game homestands without a win. They just got beat by their Fresno farm team.
BP’s Joe Sheehan feels my pain:
…. The Giants are awful. ….the Giants were outscored by three runs a game in exhibition play.
The roster looks like someone’s keeper list from the second Clinton Administration.
At the same time the Giants are assembling a roster of Matt Cain, Tim Lincecum, and 23 Fresno Grizzlies, they’re embarrassing themselves by erasing all mentions of Barry Bonds from AT&T Park. Bonds is responsible for that park, in the same way that Ken Griffey helped create Safeco Field and Tony Gwynn built Petco Park. It’s one thing to squeeze every last dollar out of the man’s career, another to discard your best player because of public-relations concerns, and another thing entirely to erase him from existence. Here’s a tip for Giants management: pretending you’re better off with Dave Roberts in left field instead of Bonds isn’t made any more believable by changing signage and décor. The spin that a Bonds-free clubhouse will somehow make up for a Bonds-free baseball field has no credibility whatsoever. This is the worst team in baseball, and rapidly challenging for the label of worst organization.
I’d add that the clowns at the SF Chronicle have lowered themselves about as far as a news organization can go. Besides the fact that they go days with a single story about the team, they are in bed with team management’s efforts to disgrace Bonds, to help the team distance themselves from him by spinning the idea that the team is better without him; and to parrot Magowan and Sabean’s lies about the team being younger, faster and better. Speed and defense? Are you serious, John Shea?
And I don’t want to hear another word about how they have to see these guys every day. Fuck you, and fuck them. When someone is an asshole, you need to tell them. When someone is the weakest link, they know it. Not telling them, or saying it out loud does no one any good. It smacks of the highest form of disrespect when you tiptoe around the jerk at the office because you think you might hurt their feelings. Fuck that guy. If he’s the asshole, he better be able to take the heat. Otherwise, HE CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO HOME.
If you are a mediocre player, and a sportswriter says so, and you can’t handle it; then YOU CAN’T HANDLE BEING A PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL PLAYER. Get the hell off my team.
I hope I can make it across the border….
I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand….
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams….
I hope….
I hope the Giants fire Brian Sabean before they trade away Lincecum for Joe Crede….
I hope….
4 Backtalkers
John, I know this isn’t about the Giants, but an article about the A’s, but I thought you could truly appreciate the closing paragraph:
…Unlikely, I know. But stick with me: If the A’s go into the All-Star break with everything clicking and are within four games of a playoff spot, wouldn’t it make sense for them to bring Barry Bonds on board for an unlikely stretch run? The volatile combination of the Barry Bonds-destroyed-our-national-innocence and Moneyball-killed-baseball memes would make the mainstream media explode in a cloud of sanctimony and ignorance. Now wouldn’t that be fun?
http://www.hardballtimes.com/main/article/five-questions-oakland-athletics2/
That would be a thing of beauty…
Keep punchin’, brother.
The worst thing that can happen is that we’re lulled into complacency; the decision to de-Bonds the ballpark is indefensible, made from a worldview that fans like us don’t count; that we’ll shut up and enjoy the plucky spirit of the hustlin’, go-go you gotta love those kids hundred loss Giants and blame the purgatory of the foreseeable future on that left fielder whose name we are no longer allowed to speak.
Don’t stop. It’s not their team, it’s ours. I was here before Magowan and Sabes, I’ll be here after. Yours is the voice most consistently accurate on Bonds and all things Giants.
There’s a GM/owner combo with some stones who will break the blackball by the Break, sign Barry and let him hit home runs into October.
I hope he hits a few in the ballpark he built.
John:
I rarely if ever cross post. But this time I am. I really tried hard to keep the invectives down. There are a lot of types who try to intellectualize the game and in so doing, really lack context in understanding sport in America. I suppose it is because so many are nihilist and self centered in their world view, and in so doing will excuse all kinds of ridiculous behavior from others, just so long as it is not their own ox that is getting gored. Anyway here it is.
A team consists of players. At the MLB level, specifically, players coaches, manager and trainers. These are guys that are suited up. This is what you need to play the game.
Add suits and now you have a franchise. Suits need players to have a franchise. Players do not need suits to field a team. A franchise needs fans. A team does not need fans. By that I mean two teams of 9 players each with equipment and a field can play the game. Anytime, anyplace. Without owners. Without a “Ballpark Experience”. As has been happening for over 150 years. It happens someplace in the world everyday. And there are no owners nor fans. A few close friends, or family maybe. Thats it.
Guys that come up in the game know this. Most guys who play this game never play in front of crowds of more than a few hundred. For the truly gifted and fortunate, maybe a trip to the College Worlds Series, and some AAA ballparks. But by and large, baseball is not played in front of many fans, until MLB – which is why it is called “The Show.”
It is at this point that fans enter into the picture. And right in front of them are the guys waiting to take their money. It is no coincidence, this confluence of “fans” and “ownership”. Owners came about when they saw an opportunity to make money off a game. An opportunity to sell an illusion to fans and extend the illusion beyond childhood They organized leagues and took over the administrative duties of running baseball teams from the guys who actually played the game.
These guys evolved into the modern owner of today. Not good enough to play, but country-club rich enough and compelled enough to inject themselves into the game. Clever enough, and political enough to manipulate their way into positions of power. Not with baseball talent nor an inculcation of baseball culture, but with money and influence. Owners, who in exchange for providing team clerical and administrative duties for players, swindle large municipalities out of real estate, build a moat around the real estate, then charge “fans” money to cross the moat and watch “the show”. Some of the money actually finds it’s way into the hands of the players who are mostly looked upon as performers in a media-driven, dehumanizing process that is designed to maximize revenue, and minimize expenses.
Bud Selig, George Steinbrenner, Jeffrey Loria, Charlie Finley, Charlie Comisky, George W. Bush, David Glass, Carl Pohatz, Frank and Jamie McCourt, Ken Kendricks and now Peter Magowan. All of whom came into the game with a groupie-like enthusiasm to be part of the process. Like some White House Intern, all giddy and wide-eyed to be in the presence of what they could never be. And when the sheen wears off, and the novelty of being an “insider” loses its appeal. And when the reality that hanging out with your idols does not make you an idol sets in, then the bitterness, and envy that seethed beneath the surface, begins to build and eventually oozes its way to the surface.
We fans have been fortunate to have two really good and one pretty good ownership groups in the Bay Area. The Haas family when they rescued the A’s from the loathsome and cruel Charlie Finley, and Eddie DeBartolo being the former in that they treated fans with respect and provided championship ball. Horace Stoneham ran out of money, but he was a baseball man steeped in the culture of baseball. A rarity for one who never played the game. The Giants teams of the 60s were some of the best to ever compete in the National League. During the 18 year period of his stewardship in San Francisco, he gave us Five Hall of Famers, and the father of perhaps the greatest player of all time: Willie Mays, Willie McCovey, Juan Marichal, Gaylord Perry, Orlando Cepeda, and Bobby Bonds. Peter Magowan, self-styled baseball expert has given us, a castle with a moat, usuriously priced admission, concessions and parking and a “ballpark experience” rivaled only by Alcatraz Tours and take-out crab cocktails at Fisherman’s Wharf.
I also think he’s going to paint one of his overpriced bleacher seats a special color to commerorate some event or something.
The team consists of players and a franchise consists of a team plus the supporting cast who control the money. And I never confuse the two. The supporting cast to me is not relevant except what they do to enhance the ability of the team to compete for championships. Other than that, they are non-productive pariahs at worst, a logistical necessity at best. But its really about the players. Who even in the end of their careers are greatly talented individual professional athletes and do routinely on a daily basis what we can only dream about doing if only for once in our life. Most of us have much respect for the care, dedication to, development of, and exposition of that talent. And we wish to remember that talent and honor that talent and pass that respect along to our children and grandchildren. The good and the bad.
Others of small mind and pettiness of character choose to surrender to their innermost smallness. Too late they realize that not a one of us will ever pay a dime to watch them do their jobs. And they eventually fade away into their smallness and bitterness, their massive insecurities and egomania consuming them in the end.
For Magowan to say and do the things he is doing smacks of Dick Cheney. When asked, politely for his thoughts when informed that 2/3 of the American people disapprove of the way this administration is running the Iraq war his response was: “So?” And does anybody think Magowan’s answer would be any different when informed that most Giants fans disapprove of the way he is treating Barry Bonds?
No. I won’t be spending anytime at all there. I will not voluntarily spend money or patronize an enterprise that I find ethically and morally reprehensible. I will root for the players. I will enjoy Kruk and the gang. And I will enjoy the actual games themselves. It took four years for Magowan to finally reveal himself to be the snake I started maintaining he was in 2003. I would rather he had proved me wrong.