Earlier this week I wrestled with a handful of social-media purists who could not/would not acknowledge my arguments on ghostwriting and blogging. If you missed it, just scroll down one post.
Nothing I said or will ever say on this issue can change their minds. They’ve covered their ears, as we all sometimes do.
Yes, we all have issues on which we won’t compromise. No matter how reasonable the opponent’s position, we stand firm. And we often completely disregard contrary points of view to protect our own. It’s human nature.
My “blinder” issue is baseball’s designated hitter rule — truly one of the great injustices of the 20th Century, I’m sure you’ll agree. As a baseball purist, I believe all nine players must compete on both offense and defense. Otherwise, it’s not really baseball.
Don’t try to argue with me, OK? I don’t want to hear it.
Don’t tell me that the DH extends the careers of the game’s greatest hitters — and thus the enjoyment we all derive from watching them. You’re wrong, and I don’t want to hear it. Don’t tell me the DH eliminates a sure strikeout by the pitcher 95% of the time. Strikeouts in the 9-hole are part of the game, and I don’t want to hear it. And don’t tell me that the DH increases scoring and, in turn, the excitement of the game, fan interest, attendance, beer sales, et. al. You’re wrong, wrong, wrong.
I’ve studied the DH since its inception, and I now understand it as a marketing conspiracy that put profits ahead of the authenticity of this game we all love. I told you not to trust those bastards!
Let’s face it, the DH destroys the true “voice” of the game. And as a result, you can’t trust anything that happens on the field in the American League. Nothing.
I know you’re all nodding in agreement out there. I can feel the karma, and I love you for it — almost as much as I love the refreshing taste of an Old Style lager on a Friday afternoon at Wrigley Field. You don’t get more authentic than Wrigley.
Yep, the DH rule is my “blinder” issue, and nothing you say will ever change my thinking. I’ve covered my ears. Some folks feel the same way about ghostwriting. Go figure!
DH or not, I’ll be pullin’ for the Tribe come Opening Day. I hear Haffner’s got his swing back!
Seems the dust up over ghost-blogging extends to the Buckeye Nation this week. The folks at DeadSpin — along with many social-media purists, no doubt — are questioning the transparency and authenticity former football great Maurice Clarett.
In case you don’t follow really important news, the hero of the 2002 BSC Championship game is blogging from his prison cell in Toldeo where he’s doing 7+ for some youthful indiscretions. Looks like he’s making good use of his time in the stir, reaching out with his blog.
Mo claims his blog will help young people, including his own daughter, make better choices in life. I salute him for the effort, and I like what I see so far. But is Mo really writing it? After all, his prison cell has no computer, nor does it have an Internet connection. Clarett says he dictates his posts to family members over the phone, and he insists that every word posted to “The Mind of Maurice Clarett” is his and his alone.
Do you think he’s being completely transparent? I mean, what if Clarett has a ghostwriter — you know, some stealth wordsmith trying to improve his image before the next parole hearing? This has to be unsettling to social media purists, along with those who worship at the altar of Buckeye football.
All kidding aside, good luck turning your life around, Maurice. I’m one of those guys who believes in second chances. Your blog tells me you’re headed down the right path, whether you write it all yourself or not.