I was writing the lineup in my scorebook before the game last night when people in the crowd started screaming.
Being the professional journalist that I am, I looked for the source of said screaming and saw dozens of teenage girls (and their moms) pointing at some kid with a bad haircut who was about to sing the national anthem.
Turns out it was Blake who is apparently a finalist on American Idol.
I’ve never watched the show and never plan to. In some circles, perhaps yours, Idol may be a big deal. Derek Jeter, yes, that Derek Jeter, is consumed by it. But I consider such shows the beginning of the end of civilization.
At some point, we ran out of things to entertain ourselves with so we rounded up people off the street and had them sing, live on tropical islands together or eat bugs for money while we watched. Somehow, it all gets great ratings.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised at the dumbing-down of our population. I received an e-mail yesterday from somebody named Tim who said he was a 23-year-old finance major who loved baseball and wanted a job in the industry. What advice could I offer him?
i suggested sending a resume and cover letter to every team in care of the general manager or one of his assistants then going to the annual winter meetings to try and make in-person contacts. Be friendly, but persistent.
Tim wrote back asking who the GMs were and how to get their addresses.
So you’re 23, in college and can’t figure out how to get the mailing addresses of major league baseball teams? Here’s a hint, the Yankees play at this place in the Bronx called Yankee Stadium. Their GM is Brian Cashman; you may have seen his name in the papers.
Better yet, try singing. Blake is a finalist and, frankly, his version of the anthem wasn’t that good.
Back later with the lineups. I’ll try and cheer up before then.