A Michael Bay production
I have a proposal for fellow Braves bloggers and their readers: Let’s take back our ballpark experience. A petition, a protest, whatever, but let’s do something to let the hierarchy know we’re not pleased.
First, fire the deejay. Or at least take his meth away. There’s three sound effects for every foul ball, each one on the nose. Opposing pitcher walks a Brave — cue The Proclaimers. Pitching change, “Call Me.” Silence, and spontaneity, is the enemy. Baseball games aren’t Michael Bay movies.
There’s way too many other frills besides the ongoing soundtrack, few of which have anything to do with baseball (I’m looking at you, Mark Owens). Invite Braves greats and loyal fans to throw out the first pitch, not some fat corporate exec from Verizon. Play clips from classic Braves games between innings. Enough with the incessant shilling.
And if you’re going to have a post-game concert, see if you can get someone besides a Christian rock band or Creedence Clearwater Reunion. Who’s next, Smoghat? Steely Doug?
To sum up, stop trying to attract the casual fans at the expense of those who really like baseball. BRAVES baseball. If you didn’t know better, you’d think you were watching a game in Arizona or Houston. Or, God forbid, Boston. Baseball is not a distraction. Stop treating it that way.
Who’s with me?