Tuesday, April 15, 2008

And Furthermore, Where Is MLB's J.T. Snow Day?

I happened to come across this piece from the NYTimes over the weekend, and I actually felt bad for these Giants fans, as the Mets' new field channels the Dodgers' Ebbets Field rather than the Giants' Polo Grounds:

The members of the New York Baseball Giants Nostalgia Society know this: Their team’s history is just as rich as that of the Brooklyn Dodgers.

Their Giants won more pennants and World Series titles than the Dodgers did.

They had Christy Mathewson, John J. McGraw and Willie Mays.

Yet these 60 or 70 Ottophiles, nearly all men — and mostly of a certain demographic that saw those Giants play — cannot stir a revolution.

They cannot alter this irrefutable fact: They long ago lost the nostalgia battle to Pee Wee and the Duke, as well as to Jackie Robinson’s civil rights breakthrough, and to the deep connection between the Dodgers and their borough and the Dodgers’ 1955 World Series victory.

For half a century, the Dodgers have bathed in waves of wistfulness denied the Giants, who have no match for the Boys of Summer sobriquet created by Roger Kahn in his elegiac 1971 memoir.

Why would I be feeling sympathy for Giants fans, I wondered? Especially when the Plaschke-like sentence structure achieved column inches only by stretching content to fantastic, Reed Richards-like lengths?

And then I remembered, they're New York Giants (baseball) fans. I guess that's not so bad, considering the alternative.