Loutish fans just need to behave better
So the conversation with a couple of guys yesterday afternoon turns to what I do for a living and when the one gentleman finds out, he’s interested in knowing whether I do any baseball.
Turns out he’s got a beef and it doesn’t have to do with Gibby or the inability to field and the offence that’s gone south.
Totally anecdotal but he’s got a problem with Rogers Centre fans and that seems to be a bit of an ongoing issue.
Seems he had his children, both under 10 if I recall correctly, at a Junior Jays day, up in the 500 level and he’s aghast at the fights and the booze and vile language and the general boorishness of the people around him. It go so bad he and his family are considering dumping the rest of their flex pack tickets or at least moving to another part of the stadium.
I know the TV shows incessant looks at shiny, happy people but I’ve had a few friends and acquaintances tell me basic horror stories about the misbehaviour of people in the stands.
I find it quite remarkable, and quite informative that in some sections of the stadium, it’s like olden Argo days down at the Ex where it was a party more than a game.
Now, I’m all for having a good time at a ball game, it absolutely lends itself to a beer or two, a glacial pace to the action gives you all kinds of time to chat with the people you’re with and enjoy an afternoon or an evening.
But the lack of common sense, or common courtesy, appalls me.
I hear it at games I’m at – it is not limited solely to the Jays – but it seems worse with baseball this year.
There are youtube videos of Opening Day fights, we’ve read about people throwing things into the bullpen and my new acquaintance painted a picture that wasn’t pretty at all.
Now, I’m sure, like always, it’s a few that are spoiling for the majority but that’s always the case; the knucklheads get the attention.
So what’s the answer?
I don’t think it’s more police or more security or more no-booze sections because Rogers has to sell an awful lot of $530,600 beers to meet payroll.
No, it’s on the idiots to grow up and like civil humans.
Sure, cheer, yell, do what you want but act like respectful humans.
Respect those around you by not getting smashed and dropping F-bombs all over when there might be kids around, or grownups who don’t appreciate the vulgarity.
Respect yourself by taking into consideration those around you.
End of rant.
Day late, I know
Mike Brown is back in Cleveland and Mike Dunlap is out in Charlotte and the NBA coaching carousel swings a wee it more.
The Dunlap firing is classic, totally classic.
Not only does it – yet again – bring into question the suitability of Michael Jordan as an owner and top executive (there’s a book to be written about his screw ups) but it gets to a point I’ve made repeatedly.
With very, very few exceptions – and I can’t think of one in the last 15 years -- college coaches cannot move to the NBA and succeed.
I know Dunlap was highly regarded and had some NBA experience but how in the world anyone thought it was fair to pluck a guy out of an assistant’s role at college and make him the head coach of a dreadful NBA team and be successful is beyond me.
I wonder if he’ll ever get another head coaching gig and it’s too bad, he might turn out to be okay (I have my doubts) but he was put in a position to fail by questionable ownership and then had the rug pulled out from under him probably too quickly.
It is forever thus.
Mike Brown? Guess there are Second Acts. Good luck with that.
Can I just say that walking Super Dog in flipflops and sweats in the dawn hours is a good sign that summer might be actually approaching?
And I know there are those among you who share the affinity for that kind of understated fashion wear.
And when it gets to shorts and t-shirts, we’ll really talk.
Hey, someone ask me what I’m doing Saturday.
“Hey, grunt, what’s up Saturday?”
“You’ll never guess. Really.”
“Are you running a marathon? Doing the pucks?”
“Nope. Get this: I am scribbling about the TFCs!”
Yep, the one and only Dan Girard, as universally loved a colleague as I’ve ever had, has left the newspaper to pursue other interests and they need to someone to fill in.
And, guess who got the gig for this weekend?
No, I don’t know the intricacies of the game but as long as I’ve got The First Lady Of The Beat (a noted football scribbler) sitting nearby and Not Grace’s e-mail, I’ll be cool.
But, no, there will be no IGBT because how many times can I write: “Hey, he kicked it far! Wow, he kicked it hard. Hey, he kicked it backwards!”
All I hope is that whatever I write ultimately makes sense.
Wish me luck. You’ll need it.
There’s every chance I’m going to shut it down one day this weekend – think that might be the new schedule – so early mail is good mail.
Can you help a fella out? You know the drill, it’s firstname.lastname@example.org.
Told you Denver-Golden State would be the best and most fun first-round series out there.
Any time a team scores 131 points in a regulation time playoff game, you have to know it’s great, interesting basketball and now if we could just do something about the late start times, we’d be flying.
The rest of ‘em?
Still quite yawny, no?
Maybe we’ll get some juice tonight if some series get tied 1-1 but I doubt it; think we’re in for one really good one, a handful of yawners and the hope that the second round’s better.