and if i had the power to apologize for it i would.
disneyland is not the place one begins a victory parade that snakes its way through anaheim, but this is what happens when a mouse owns a team, and this is what happens when no one buys it from them before they win the championship.
it’s a blight to humanity. it’s another black eye to baseball. it’s repulsive. it’s girlie. it’s soft. it’s weak.
it has nothing to do with baseball, a game that is played by men on grass with metal cleats and wooden bats.
it’s okay to be bandwagon fans of the angels and lifelong enemies of disney corp.
the angels do play in anaheim, home of disneyland, which is owned by disney who owns damn near everything in anaheim, which is why it’s such a beautiful city.
disney owns The Anaheim Pond where the second leg of the parade went through. It owns Edison Field where the celebration congregated.
It even owns my favorite rock group Tsar.
hurts me to type that. even if it wasn’t for the carpal.
to parade the world champs through a theme park diminishes the achievement to a level of fiction, not fairy tale. another smiling face to throw confetti at like they were dwarves, clowns, or cartoon renderings of fake heroes.
call me dramatic but david eckstein, all 5’6″ of him, is a flesh and blood rendering of a real hero. nearly traded to the white sox, told all his life he wasn’t enough, was the spark plug and emotional leader of your anaheim angels.
he deserves better than to be seen alongside the likes of Goofy.
disney, im sure, are selling rally monkeys in their theme parks, but that trophy isn’t theirs. disney didn’t dig into their vault and spend massive amounts on free agents last winter. they treated the angels like a step child and now they want to bask in the glory of the ball, and because why again? because they let jeff edmonds go?
the x factor wasn’t the multibillion dollar ownership who has controlling interest in abc tv, espn, touchstone films, miramax, buena vista, and many others.
the x factor was a monkey.
body language might mean something in the rest of the world, but in southern california it’s all about what you wear on your body. when michael eisner accepted the world series trophy while sporting an old school mickey mouse tshirt, he couldnt have said it any better.
the back of his tshirt should have said, “no matter what you do, angels, you’re unloved, unwanted, and currently a cute plaything for the house of mouse. thank you for the free publicity, but you will be sold to the highest bidder like a beanie baby on ebay.”
maybe the back of the tshirt did say that, which is why mike had a blazer on.
far be it from me to rain on the victory parade. the angel fans deserve their day in the sun, which is why i’m glad that the big Ed is far enough out of the shadow of the magik kingdumb.