Have I ever mentioned that I played softball? For like ten years? Because it was a huge part of my childhood and one of the reasons feminism came so easily to me. Spend all your free time in a team sport while Growing Up Girl and tell me that feminism won’t come easily to you, being around all your capable peers, seeing them make decisions on the fly, depending on one another for a group goal. Like many folks who play sports during their primary and secondary school years, team sports has given way to a rotating routine of half-hearted gym time or a completely sedentary existence.
Anyway, after a fifteen year hiatus from most things baseball, I started watching the 2009 World Series. While I’ve enjoyed the season so far — and discovered I have a soft spot in my heart for Pedro Martinez — I am reminded why I don’t watch professional sports anymore.
1) Instant replay is so meta it sucks the fun out of spectatorship. All the state of the art technologies diagramming the speed and trajectory of a pitch, or replays that contradict the ump’s call, for example, take the debate out of the game. In one of the early games a runner slid into home plate and was declared safe by the umpire in a call that by all means appeared a solid call to anyone else watching in real-time, BUT with the magical effects of Instant! Replay! it was discovered that not only was the player out, he never actually touched home plate at all. Cue the next fifteen minutes of commentary on whether umpires should be murdered or simply relieved of their duties.
2) When someone is at bat and they split the TV screen so you can see the batter on one side and the catcher on the other, they put up a little box in the middle with a closeup of the catcher calling the pitch. Except they call the pitch in between their legs right at the crotch, so with the angle it looks like the catcher is masturbating himself. It’s porn-y. I’m all, “You. You and the pitcher. You’re on national television. Get a room.”
3) When teams like the Yankees buy all their talent, it takes the heart out of the game for fans who appreciate the teamwork and training needed to achieve a mutually shared goal like winning a national title. Where’s the art in buying your team?