January 19, 2009

Dear World Baseball Classic,

How’s it going, World Baseball Classic? I guess you’re getting ready to do your thing and try to bring a little baseball goodness to the dreary winter months. That’s really nice of you.

Thing is–and I’m really sorry to be the one to tell you this–no one cares. I mean, I guess I can’t actually speak for everyone in the world, but no one I know cares. Maybe someone in Venezuela cares, assuming they aren’t too busy getting Lasik eye surgery.

So, if you could stop sending me emails telling me that tickets are on sale, I’d appreciate it. It makes you seem kinda, ya know, desperate and pathetic.

Red Hot Mama

4 comments to “Dear World Baseball Classic,”

  1. Canuckerie says:

    You know, just because you don’t care doesn’t mean no one else does. In fact, outside of the United States, this is a huge thing. Have you ever been to Japan? Baseball is life there. Same thing as Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Dominican Republic. I am sure it is like that in Venezuela and maybe Mexico, but I have not been to those countries to see for myself.

    Just because you Americans think you’re better than everyone else and that it’s beneath you to participate in anything with the rest of the world doesn’t mean that your opinion is correct. It isn’t. Living in New York, I can tell you that many Americans are looking forward to it. Where is it you live? Somewhere in the Midwest where people can’t point to those countries on a map? Where their favorite “sport” is watching cars go round and round a track? Because yeah, those people don’t care about anything beyond their driveways.

    If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything. You speak for no one but yourself.

  2. Red Hot Mama says:

    Thanks for the message, Canuckerie! It’s always nice to have someone new drop by.

  3. smoothitron says:

    I must reiterate the above poster. How distasteful for you to put what you have to say on your blog.

    By the way, this is Abe, I suppose registering was overdue.

  4. Red Hot Mama says:

    Truly, Smoothitron, I am chastened. Which reminds me: I have some meat to send you.