I like baseball. I like it much more than I will ever admit, and I know way more than I let on. (I also know a great deal about basketball. This is all thanks to the fact that my first giant love/crush/boyfriend played both sports. Useful.) I find it to be a very emotional game, subject to all sorts of outside influences. And it makes for great movies. No one can deny the brilliance of Bull Durham. (If you want to deny the brilliance, please do so quietly. Or expect me to denounce our friendship immediately.)
I haven’t been a Diamondbacks fan for a few reasons.
- They immediately gave their stadium a corporate name that had to be changed. (This bugs me so much. And reminds me of the brilliance of David Foster Wallace in Infinite Jest. Every year was sponsored by a company, my favorite being “The Year of the Perdue Wonderchicken.”)
- They bought a World Series. Yes, other teams do this. I don’t like it.
- They struggle with identity. Teal and Black? Red and Black? What are their colors?
- Often the stadium is full of fans for the opposing team. And even with that, do they ever sell out? Check out this guy, a Giants fan who would not shut up. In seats that were likely sold to him by the Diamondbacks. I can’t imagine someone being such a loudmouthed jerk at Yankee Stadium.
- Alcohol sales are controlled by the team. I could get on board with good wine bar – these games are long sometimes. It is quite clear that no one on the Diamondbacks staff cares about anything but beer. Lots of it. (I was able to find this decent glass of wine at the bar under home plate for a mere $15.)
- There is an entire side of the concourse that cannot accept credit cards. Is it really that hard to wire a place for TAKING MONEY from people?
- Why is the mascot a bobcat? Don’t get me wrong, I love Baxter. He’s even following me on Twitter now. He’s furry and cute and mascot-like. I wonder why I’m annoyed by this. Maybe because my high school mascot was the Aztecs, and we didn’t sell out for some cuter, more cuddly outfit for our physical mascot. No. We made those guys wear a giant head of an Aztec. (I have asked my friend Glen to provide me with a photo of his mascot days. I will keep you posted if he finds one.)
But I’m coming around. The stadium is really nice. And on Sunday Jack caught a ball.
All this is well and good when it comes to baseball, but my real question is this. Where is Nacho Libre?
I was promised a waxed and oiled man in a mask and cape. I stayed the entire game, an did not see a single exposed ab.
Julie hates Luchador. Other than the above link and Julie, I have heard nothing of this alleged mascot.
Baxter? Care to comment?