Well, I’m reluctantly back on board for the baseball season in general, and the Boston Red Sox rooting section specifically. It was touch and go for a while. For the first time since I was 11, I bailed on the baseball season completely with months to go last year. The reason was disgust. I was nauseated by the fake fans in the stands, the fake sounds emanating from the speakers, and the ridiculous rule experiments, like play-offs that admitted losing teams, seven inning games in double-headers and extra-innings beginning with runners on base for no discernible reason. Then there was MLB’s ostentatious suck-up to Black Lives Matter, with the Red Sox being prime offenders in that category, plastering giant salutes to anti-white racism in centerfield and outside Fenway Park.The final straw for me was the the spontaneous player walk-out to protest the “racism” of Breonna Taylor’s accidental death in a police shootout, which had nothing to do with race. MLB simply capitulated to a wildcat strike, players not only playing politics, but racial politics, partisan politics, and worst of all, ignorant politics. That did it. I didn’t watch a game or follow the team of my childhood for the rest of the season, nor any of the post-season. The Red Sox cooperated by stinking up the field as they hadn’t done since a couple of seasons in the Nineties.
I tried not to think about baseball during the off-season, because I dreaded having to make the decision of whether to stick with the game that had given me so much pleasure, excitement and wisdom since the first decade of my life. Further alienating me was Boston’s unethical (but popular!) choice to bring back Alex Cora as the team manager, despite his role in orchestrating season-long cheating in Houston as the 2017 Astros bench coach, and allowing a lesser but still significant cheating scheme to take place during the 2018 Red Sox season as my home team’s manager.
The first test came when I had to decide whether to pay for the Direct TV MLB broadcasts. I paid. Then Sirius-XM (the bastards) announced that the MLB radio channels would no longer be free with my satellite radio subscription, and that for the coming season I would have to pay an additional 6 bucks a month. I paid that too.
I’m not happy, and I am certainly not looking forward to the 2021 season, which starts in a few days, the way I once welcomed the “boys of summer.” In the end, the decision came down to loyalty, gratitude, forgiveness, and hope. As I already stated, baseball has given me many decades of joy and entertainment, and as I used to say on my professional biography, the Red Sox taught me much of what I believe about “the nature of good, evil, justice, and chaos.” I owe the team more than a personal “cancellation” over one misbegotten season.
1. More on the ongoing Georgetown University Law Center ethics meltdown…Professor Josh Blackmun has an analysis here; Ethics Alarms tracked this story earlier this month. Blackmun writes in his conclusion,
The Georgetown University Law Center is in a precarious state. Junior faculty members will be required to conform to standards inconsistent with free thought and exchange. Senior faculty members who resist will be forced out, quietly or overtly. And the most outraged students now have absolute control over the law school. Any demand they make, no matter how unreasonable, must be accommodated. Again, GULC is the canary in the coal mine. These changes will soon trickle down throughout the rankings–unless an administration is willing to say no to groups. I doubt many deans have that intestinal fortitude to say a student’s offense is unreasonable. Indeed, their own jobs may be on the line. I fear for the state of the legal academy.