It was my not my intent for the blog to take such a lengthy midweek hiatus, but the fact of the matter is I had very little material to work with. So I took a deep breath, stepped away from the WordPress dashboard, and waited for my falderal reserve to naturally replenish itself.
Let’s start with a recap of a mission kinda-sorta accomplished, as earlier this week Richmond Flying Squirrels mascot Nutzy took a trip to St. Louis in order to capitalize on the Rally Squirrel mania that has overtaken that Cards-crazed city. Nutzy’s obligations are many, however, so his trip to the Show Me State was necessarily brief. Although he is already imbued with the power to fly, he took an airplane to St. Louis on Wednesday…
just in time for a Game 6 rainout.
What a bummer. But gliding rodents have a natural predilection for optimism, so Nutzy made the best of a bad situation. He posed with fans outside of shuttered Busch Stadium before checking out the sights of St. Louis.
Despite the somewhat anti-climactic nature of Nutzy’s journey, the sheer ridiculousness of a Virginia-based mascot of a San Francisco affiliate visiting Missouri in order to capitalize on mania surrounding the alleged rallying powers of his species generated some national attention. Most notably, the New York Times Bats Blog filed a dispatch in which Nutzy was described as an “eugenically designed über Eichhörnchen.”
Now let’s break that down: Nutzy sounds a bit like “Nazi,” Nazis were German, “eichhornchen” is German for squirrel, and eugenics as a social policy fell into (hopefully permanent) disfavor after taken to extremes by the Nazis. Subtle, perhaps, but this is one of the most nefarious disses ever levied against a mascot! The Richmond Flying Squirrels should boycott the paper of record until they receive a full apology for this sinister insinuation!
But I suspect that Nutzy will find other ways to occupy his time, as waging quixotic campaigns against the Gray Lady just doesn’t seem like his kind of thing. This is, after all, an individual who just last week rappelled down a building.
Rappelling down a building is something I have yet to attempt, but despite the lack of blog content I’ve still been fairly busy this week on MiLB.com “MiLBY Award” content as well as this feature that ran today on the Omaha Storm Chasers and their 2011 season. Give it a read; I chose to focus on the Storm Chasers because their recent transitions help to illuminate core Minor League Baseball operating principles that are often misunderstood.
Apropos of nothing, I’ll close this post with a video that I somehow missed the first time around. It’s of Boss and Moko Moanaroa and their father Joe performing a Maori war dance during a rain delay in Lowell. It’s the endless availability of things like this that make Minor League Baseball such a fun world to be immersed in.
Thank you for indulging this Minor League missive in the midst of such historic times for MLB. Enjoy Game 7 and the weekend in general, and I’ll be back on Monday with some Halloween-based content. If you’ve got something for me, then now’s the time to send some falderal for my reserve.
On Friday, the New York Times ran an article on the state of the Minor League economy entitled “As Money Tightens, Scaling Back on Jobs and Fun”. It was written by one Michael S. Schmidt (who is like me in that he is a sportswriter who must share his name with a far more famous individual), and can be viewed here.
Schmidt wrote the piece at the Las Vegas Winter Meetings after talking to a variety of Minor League job seekers and front office executives. While I can’t argue with any of the facts in the article, it nonetheless seems to me that Schmidt went out of his way to remain negative throughout, like he was unable or unwilling to deviate from the main premise of “the economy’s in bad shape, therefore the Minor Leagues must be in bad shape too”.
We learn that some teams are skimping on equipment costs, in-game entertainment features, and concession stand portions, that it is harder for job-seekers to attain employment in the industry, and that sponsorship dollars will be increasingly hard to come by. This is most certainly the case, and I don’t want anyone to accuse me of myopia when it comes to the difficult economic situation that Minor League Baseball (and by extension, our country) currently finds itself in.
However, Schmidt does his readers a disservice by failing to mention the ways in which the Minor Leagues are relatively well-positioned to weather the current economic storm. First, many of these clubs have deep-rooted relationships with their communities, and have therefore accumulated a tremendous amount of fan loyalty. These fans are making economic sacrifices along with everyone else, but many will find a way to remain ballpark regulars while spending less on other, less deeply-ingrained entertainment diversions. This is America’s Pastime, after all.
Secondly, when compared to other entertainment options, the Minor Leagues provide a lot of bang for the buck. A family of four can attend a game for anywhere from $20-40 total, while taking advantage of frequent giveaway items and food and beverage prices that are far lower than most any other professional sports event. And let’s be realistic…while the Major and Minor Leagues have a symbiotic relationship in many respects, fans who live within reasonable distance of both options may find themselves drifting more and more toward the Minor League side of the equation. In the Majors its often difficult to find a ticket for less than $20 (and let’s not forget about $12 parking, $8 beer, and $5 hot dogs) and there is also the increasingly off-putting disconnect of watching ludicrously well-compensated individuals compete within an overall morbid economic environment.
Finally, industry-wide creativity is one of the Minor Leagues’ greatest strengths, and that is something that can’t be measured in purely economic terms. I think one of the reasons the 2009 season will be very interesting is because teams across the country will come up with their own unique ways to deal with the crisis. Whether its by staging promotions that poke fun at the situation (I’m guessing there will be a wave of “Fan Bailout” nights) finding new ways to lure previously unreached customers to the ballpark, or cutting costs without dramatically altering the upbeat environment, the industry will adjust. It always has and it always will. This is real-live professional baseball we’re talking about. It has survived through two World Wars, the Great Depression, innumerable natural disasters, the designated hitter, Nixon, and astroturf. It will survive this as well, and Michael S. Schmidt should have taken the time to at least acknowledge this more nuanced big-picture view.
Okay, I’ll get off of my soapbox now. It’s been a while since I’ve been on this thing, and in fact my right leg broke through one of the slats and ripped a hole in my jeans. I promise to be more careful in the future.
Also, thanks to regular reader and longtime touring NBA stand-up comic Tom Lorenzo for alerting me to this article in the first place. If YOU would like to alert me to anything, please send an email —