The trending topic in Metland today seems to be booing. Doesn’t using the term trending topic make me sound so hip?
Are you going to boo Mike Pelfrey? What about booing K-Rod? Mr. Met didn’t bring it last year so I’m going to boo him every time I see his big fat head.
Earlier today I exchanged a few tweets with friends of the program (I’ve always wanted to say that), Metszilla about booing Mike Pelfrey. Of course, great minds think alike, and we both agreed that booing him makes absolutely no sense.
I have never understood the mentality of the disgruntled fan that shells out good money to go to the ballpark so they can be angry all game long. Especially this early in the season.
Why not save the dough and just yell at the TV? It produces the same result and you can save up for an anger management program.
Now that I am beyond my twenties (that’s as far as I’ll disclose), my years of wisdom have taught me to think about what I am hoping to accomplish with my actions or words.
So I pose this question to you, Mr. I’m Going To Boo The Hell Out Of Any Player That Doesn’t Pitch A Perfect Game Or Hit A Home Run Every At Bat Guy:
Exactly what do you hope to accomplish by booing anyone today?
Let’s take Pelfrey for example and potential outcomes that you feel may occur when you boo him.
1. Once he hears your boos he will begin to try his hardest. Before, he really had no other motivation to do so until now.
2. Your boos will motivate him to keep the ball down to every batter for the rest of the season.
3. Your boos will magically increase the speed of his fastball by 7-10 mph.
4. Your boos will make him weep uncontrallably during introductions and force Big Pelf to run off the field like a little girl.
5. Your boos will make everyone around you uncomfortable while they are all saying to themselves, “Man, it’s the home opener and this guy is already booing. What a douche.”
I’ll let you make the call on which outcome is more likely.
It’s not that I have never been frustrated with a player before. There are a few occasions when I feel it is appropriate to boo. However, you have to be very selective on when you do it and the player needs to be deserving of it.
Choosing to boo during the home opener leaves you nowhere to go. What happens if the target of your boos is caught in the middle of the season on camera kicking a one legged, 84 year old, noble peace prize winning, grandmother? What do you do then?
The angry habitual booer reminds me of Ben Afleck’s character in the movie Dazed and Confused. A quite beefy Ben Afleck I might add. His character goes way over board with an innocent rite of passage at the local high school and it winds up coming back to bite him in the ass in the end.
In the case of the habitual booer, an innocent boo here or there turns into a behavior that alienates him from other fans and more than likely causes high blood pressure.
So let me ask you, is Francisco Rodriguez’s lack of ability to throw strikes worth your health?
I think not.
Please, you don’t have to thank me Angry Booer. I’m a giver, and I’m here to help.
April 11, 2011 at 2:14 pm |
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