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  1. Oh I thought you were making a more substantial critique than simply comparing infers and implies. My mistake.
  2. When something “inheres“ it is a substantial or permanent feature of something asserting objective being as opposed to “implying” which is subjective and refers to something which may or may not be the case.
  3. In the American psyche baseball has long stood for something noble, sometimes something even holy, attaining a certain pride of place in the iconography of how we make sense of ourselves and grasp for something beyond the mundane even though it’s always been — for the most part — a mere commercial enterprise. A change such as this is an even greater intrusion of the mundane into baseball’s trans-mundane space and it reduces baseball to something still more common. I enjoy the thrills and all the other stuff that goes with this game as much as anyone but I like the scent of frankincense that inheres in the game and which infers that it’s something greater than it appears to be more than I like a spectacle.
  4. It’s the difference between being merely entertained and being edified.
  5. “We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win.“ — JFK
  6. It’s a slackers wet dream. It deflates the sense of accomplishment achieved when you overcome great odds to gain the highest prize. There will be little warrant in feeling this great when you get to the top of this hill that used to be a mountain.
  7. It’s like starting up Mount Everest 50 yards from the summit.
  8. And everybody gets cupcakes for breakfast every morning, they all get participation ribbons, and Oprah gives all of them a new car. You would think that a grueling 162- game schedule could be enough to separate the wheat from the chaff. But instead teams that score a 50% all semester are just as worthy as teams that get 90% because you can make it all up on the final.
  9. I think the accusation that all Indians fans are subhuman is an expression of a fascist ideology of genocide and eliminationism that is — unfortunately — in boastful resurgence today. I lived in Tucson where the Indians had their spring training and I went to their games frequently over 13 years, 1974-1987. They were the most uninspiring team. So uninspiring that I don’t remember ever having met a genuine Indians fan or ever seeing an Indians cap on anyone’s head in the stands. I didn’t get the feeling it was worth the effort for people to come all the way from Cleveland to Tucson just so they could watch their terrible team play amidst palm trees instead of in their dank and horrible stadium. I don’t remember ever having the sense that in the city that hosted the Indians for spring training for something like 50 years there was a single fan of Indians other than one grounds keeper you would see on occasion wearing an Indians cap. But I remember meeting Bob Feller and he was a good guy and he gave me a baseball. I remember sitting next to Joe Garagiola in the stands and he pointed out Herb Score to me. When Frank Robinson was the manager he autographed a baseball card for me. I remember before a game seeing a young Cory Snyder in his crisp white stainless home uniform — which after the game would be filthy because of how hard he played the game — having a picnic lunch with his incredibly proud parents under a palm tree at Hi Corbett Field. I remember meeting the most breathtaking Baseball Annie on earth waiting for players on the practice fields and realizing she was the most perfect human being who ever lived. There are enough Indian fans who are real baseball fans I am certain they would never suffer the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah where God could not find even one righteous person in their midst. There are enough stainless hearts and stainless moments associated with the Cleveland Indians for me to assert they represent baseball as well as anyone else and that the pox of their 72-year drought deserves to end.
  10. Thank you. That’s a good corrective to my negativism. That extra three wins per year on average can mean more than it may appear to mean.
  11. That sounds like University of Idaho fans who come to Boise State for football games. They justly earn the nickname of “nasty and inebriated.“ I don’t consider people like that “fans.“ They are merely spectators acting out. Real fans share a love for the underlying forms and universal symmetries of the game that are actualized in the content of a specific club’s tradition. It’s like a fresh water aquifer bubbling up in various cities where people build shrines called ballparks around oases where magic cures take place and generations seek refreshment.
  12. Oh I hear ya. One of the Indians fans I’ve met is the longtime manager of the local ABC affiliate. A really great guy who qualifies as a man of the cloth. I tune out the people who are boo birds and trash talk keyboard warriors. Real fans are great. Those are the Indians fans I wish well. Also when you go that long without winning it disfigures you.
  13. The Indians make me unhappy. I am happy to pile on them too. But I don’t think I can in good faith root against them in the post-season. (unless we’re playing them, which seems unlikely) They have real fans that have the same transcendent connection to their tradition as we have to our’s. The fact their team pounded our team for so long is our team’s problem. Real baseball fans are like monks. The Dominicans, the Franciscans, the Jesuits, and the Benedictines share a common faith. When I meet a real baseball fan — and I mean a real fan — I connect with them on a level that normal people can’t understand. A field of dreams level of connection. When I was trapped for an entire week in my broken down car behind a repair shop in Yellowstone on my ruined vacation three years ago, the kid who ran the place came in on his day off just to make sure everything was OK with me and my son and he was wearing a Brewers jersey and he was a real fan. When we spoke we both had stars in our eyes. Normal people simply can’t understand this. I feel sorry for them. I can’t in good faith deny to another holy order that hasn’t known it for 72 years the sense of blessedness you feel when your team wins the World Series. I have experienced it twice and I think anyone who hasn’t is profoundly unfortunate. That goes for my fellow Tiger fans who have stuck with this team and have never experienced the ultimate joy of a World Series championship. I hope I live to see you experience it.
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