Wednesday, November 25, 2009

HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

The invoices were waiting for me in the mailbox when I came home last night. There’s a price drop but it’s miniscule, the difference being a week of lunches or something trivial, not enough to make any impact or any difference. They are not extending the partial plans beyond the current locations; they are not offering us any new perks. Unlike our old, trusty Tuesday-Friday plan, we don’t get to see every team that comes to play the Mets unless we buy two plans, which we’re not doing. We’re keeping one and we’ll let the other one go. We’ll still spend the same amount of money on baseball, but the other half of the budget will go to games we care about being at and going to see the team on the road. With the exception of Dodger Stadium, we’ll have better seats everywhere than we will at Citi Field, and in all cases, we’ll be treated like valued customers.

The only other option is to not watch baseball, and that is no option at all.

The Wilpons are embarrassing themselves so much lately I have not even had the energy to write about it. It is just sad. It is all too little, too late. All of this goodwill will be yanked back from the fans as soon as the team starts playing well again, but at least the upshot is getting a home for the World Series trophies. They can’t get rid of that easily.

I will leave you with a link from the delightful Paul Lukas over at Uniwatch, who has managed to raise more enthusiasm to inventory the Wilpons’ latest offenses against the fan base, starting with the hideous new uniforms.

Happy Thanksgiving.