In 1881 the future National League wanted to upgrade its image and target a more upscale fan base by doubling ticket prices, banning gambling, and outlawing alcohol sales. Several team owners who happened to be brewers refused to accept the new rules and banded together to form what would eventually become the American League. The National League attempted to discredit the new league by dubbing it the Beer and Whiskey League. This, of course only made the new league more popular. Duh!

Monday, March 08, 2004

Ok, so here's my first "real" post and at this point no one is probably reading this at all so I'm probably just writing a note to myself but the what the hell:

A professor once said to me that journalism was the lowest form of writing (apologies to my journalist friends). Well, if that were true then baseball beat writing has to be the all-time lowest form of journalism. Day in and day out you have to write about hometown nine, always coming up with stupid gimmicks, human interest stories, etc. to justify the print space. I read the two Seattle papers and the Tacoma paper on a daily basis to see what new hair-brained theory one of the local scribes may have cooked up regarding my beloved Mariners.

Well, the Seattle-PI in keeping up with the Mariner's front office dictum to keep all baseball-related business as warm and fuzzy as possible, has cooked up a series of "take-five" interviews with new and upcoming Mariners and the most recent take-five is with one Mr. Scott Fucking Spiezo (and yes, for as long as Scott Fucking Spiezo puts on a Mariner's uniform he will always be referred to as Scott Fucking Spiezo). The first of five questions tossed to him is:

In 2004 you can win the AL MVP or your band, Sandfrog, can have a No. 1 single. Which would you choose?


Now, it's bad enough that Scott Fucking Spiezo's band gets any press at all but to even make the most remote hypothetical suggestion that his band might one day have a number one single polluting the already polluted airwaves strikes me as possibly the most inane question ever put forth in the annals of baseball journalism... possibly bested only by the remotest possibility of Scott Fucking Spiezo actually being good enough to ever win an AL MVP. I mean it would be like someone asking me, "If you could be the all-powerful dictator of the entire Western hemisphere or the Eastern hemisphere, which would you choose?" Couldn't they have asked him a question that was rooted in the slightest bit of reality, perhaps, "What do you think looks more ridiculous: your facial hair or your batting stance?"