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I have been scalped! September 21, 2005

Got my playoff ticket notice email yesterday. Linked in to look at the invoice after returning from last night’s loss to the Bonds. Yikes.

I have 2 seats for the 41 game plan, section 512, row 2, seats 13 and 14. Really sweet seats if you ask me (and everyone who has used them agrees). It provides a prime view of the whole field (minus that annoying far right field corner) while also allowing a close enough look at the pitcher’s and batter’s mechanics. Very happy at $13 a seat a game.

I don’t know what I expected when the playoff tickets came out. Of course, I knew they would be more expensive. I even expected to get different seats since the marketing text said only that I would be guaranteed the same number of seats for the playoffs.

So, first the invoice shows me that I will be moving 5 sections over towards the outfield. Section 507, row 2, seats 7-8. Not great but better than those really bad outfield seats.

Then the price. Bottom line: $1669. Fuck. There are two playoff related charges, one for a Playoff Handling Charge at $23 and another Playoff Surcharge for $66. That leaves $1580 for the price of the seats. If this covers 10 games as I have read, that is $79 dollars a seat a game.

The result: if the probability gods make an example of the Nationals and let them in the playoffs, I will be watching on TV. Some other soul, probably someone who thinks it is important to be seen at a big sporting event yet can’t name more than a couple of National players, will be sitting in Section 507, Row 2, Seats 7-8.

Barry Bonds is a Monster

Barry Bonds is a certified monster because:

only a monster could bring 25K of fans to their feet, booing and cheering as loudly as I have heard at RFK this year, just by stepping into the on-deck circle or stepping up to bat or hobbling out to left field.

only a monster could swing the bat so effortlessly and yet hit the ball as hard and as far as I have seen at RFK this year. 460 feet, upper deck, right field–and still rising

only a monster could hit that homerun and get the Nats fans (most of them at least) to stop mid-boo in awe and cheer for what they had just witnessed

only a monster could not seem to care about the boos or his opponent or even his teammates

only a monster could make real baseball fans grit their teeth and marvel at his bat, even knowing he was chemically enhanced and even knowing that the Bonds question will be the bar topic for many years to come, maybe even their lifetimes

Getting to know your players September 18, 2005

In Baseball Now, More Teams Pray Before They Play (Washington Post)

It is a tough mental balancing act that I do around religions, especially Christianity. I seriously want to respect everyone’s right to believe what they want. It is a key moral to me, trying to not comment on other people’s beliefs as long as they aren’t directly affecting my life or the lives of others who have little voice in the situation. However, Christianity in general just creeps me out.

I was raised in the church–the Church of God to be specific. My paternal grandmother was the clerk for her church for over 65 years. My father’s twin sisters married twin brothers who are both pastors in the Church of God. I sat in the pews and also got to peek behind the scenes. For the most part, all motives were pure but I saw a lot of shit. Backstabbing, gossipping to tear down fellow church members, stealing, etc….

I just plain got sick of all of it. After I left my father’s home to live with my mother, I never attended church again, outside funerals or weddings. I no longer believe in god.

Yet, I want others to go ahead and believe whatever they want even though my instinct is to think negatively about those who are quite vocal in their Christian belief.

After reading a Homestand profile on Nick Johnson where he made casual mention of his love of Christian music and God, I dropped my opinion of Nick a notch. That is me being stupid, but it is the way I feel.

In the Washington Post today, the above-linked article talks about the prayer groups held before games on Sundays. Including in the god bunch is Nick Johnson, Jamie Carroll and Ryan Church. All players I like. And yet, now I have a bitter taste in my mouth. Again, my problem, my stupidity.

Though, it would be better if the most I knew about players was what they do on the field and what they feel about baseball. Anything more and they run the chance of alienating someone out there in their fan base.

I was really feeling guilty reading the article and downgrading my opinions of these players solely upon their beliefs when this Ryan Church quote showed me that maybe it isn’t my problem with Christians that caused these negative thoughts. Instead, it might be my distaste for intolerance:

“I said, like, Jewish people, they don’t believe in Jesus. Does that mean they’re doomed? Jon nodded, like, that’s what it meant. My ex-girlfriend! I was like, man, if they only knew. Other religions don’t know any better. It’s up to us to spread the word.”

update: Ryan Church issued a written apology

“Those who know me on a personal level understand that I am not the type of person who would call into question the religious beliefs of others. I sincerely regret if the quote attributed to me in Sunday’s Washington Post article offended anyone.”

and the chapel leader has been suspended.