Oh, sure, indeed. The thread was talking about being soured. I like players where the kids, community and team mean far more than a paycheck. I like seeing the up-and-comers before they make it to the bigs. And yes, the people: easily distracted me does far more people watching than watching the game. ;)
I am fortunate enough to be in city with a minor league baseball team, and even though prices even there are getting up there, it is definitely affordable fun. Seats around the bases used to be $15 (not that long ago!) and are now $25-30. The cheap seats are now $15.
That is funny/interesting. I was soured by the 1994 strikes as well and never quite recovered. I used to follow all of the stats. I used to know who all the up and coming rookies were, and every player on every team. I had several teams I liked and followed. I watched every game I go could (at the time, with limitations of what was available) — it did not matter WHO was playing!). I collected all sort of sports cards. Then the strike happened and I stopped following baseball and switched to football and mostly hockey.
I now only follow my local team and have little interest in stats and what is going on elsewhere in the league. So, it is interesting to hear someone was affected by it as well.
And now I am soured by player’s downright greed. “That pitcher is worth $40 a year? Well I am better — I am worth $50 million a year!” Next comes along the next hot shot “I am better than him! I am worth $55 million a year!” When will it end? And the fans celebrate this crap! “My MAN got a 10-year $600 mil contract, bro!” Do they realize they feeding into the B.S. and the raising of ticket prices? When will one of the heroes of society, teachers, ever earn their fair share? Ha.
I recently wanted to get some nice seats for my dad for the local team, and everything that was lower deck was at least $95! That is utter robbery! Then add a $10 beer, a $8 4-oz. small plate of nachos and $20 parking?! There are 81 games a year.
I was just thinking about this the other day. The Earth is our temple and our bodies the altar. You respect all creations and all of them with dignity. You learn to live with the Earth and respect other’s points of view. We just needs lots of money to spread the good word!
Johnny Mash seems about to become a . . . baked potato.