OPINION: why the ASG announcement sucks
Yeah, not happy.
I mean like not at all.
Before you jump out of your cleats for joy at the announcement Petco Park has been awarded the 2016 All-Star Game, consider first what it cost.
Remember that social media/blogosphere explosion last summer? You know, the one over Bug Selig Plaza? The one that spawned many a disillusioned fan to curse this ownership group? Yeah, that one.
Here’s the payoff.
Anyone who thinks, even for a moment, that the ASG is in SD in ’16 based on merit alone is delusional. As one of his last acts as commissioner, Bug Selig awards the game to a franchise that is putting a permanent memento of the unwarranted butt-kissing they administered to him. Really? How amazing!
Look, I’m all for coincidences but this one surpasses the limits of my suspension of disbelief. The toothpaste is out of the tube, and onto the floor.
Just so we’re all clear. For now, and into perpetuity, you have to walk through Bug Selig Plaza when you enter through the Western Metal Building gate. And this ASG is the reason. How does that taste? That should make you want to gag.
Sorry, but not a fair trade. Not even close.
This announcement is a reminder of the disgusting taste of Bud Selig Plaza, the subsequent patronizing interview by Mike Dee and the months-long damage control session that served as a prerequisite for the 2016 Mid-Summer Classic.
The local media has an obligation to show and re-show us the abomination that was the Selig Plaza announcement. To deliver the news withhold that stark reality is a lie of omission. And, I truly hope the national media shows us the Selig Plaza plaque at some point during the lead-up to the ASG, as well as the game itself. That story needs to be told. The public is smart, they will connect the dots.
How does Bud Selig sleep at night, knowing a baseball franchise humbled itself this way to stroke his ego? It is sickening. This game makes a mockery of the Padres.
This stinks. Baseball can keep this All-Star Game for all I care, since it was purchased with the baseball equivalent of dirty money.