i got no hook-up for nobody

So, the word on the street (which is just rumor, so don't quote me officially on this) is that the Yankees (meaning, Big George S., according to the same word-on-the-street folks) are quite pissed about the labor settlement from last month basically costing them an extra 50 million or so a year, and therefore, in a snippy little display, have decided that they can't deliver on their reserved block of tickets that the league gets to buy.

I say *BUY*, 'cause we don't get any free tickets or anything, but last year at least we got the option to buy tickets for the ALDS, ALCS, and World Series, at face value.

This year, apparently to put a stinging paper-cut into the moralle of the folks back in the home office in Milwaukee (ha! I'd never really thought about the funny of "home office in Milwaukee" pertaining to MLB), we don't get to pay for tickets to the games...

So, I'm sure that Bud Selig (commisionner of baseball), and Bob DuPuy (el presidente) will have to watch from one of those apartments in the South Bronx projects across the street... oh, wait, no they wont. The people who are getting "taught a lesson" are us suckers who have to work late when (ironically?) the World Series tickets go on sale, on our very own website, or when we need to send out an extra special massively bulk email suggesting everyone buy an additional orange and purple zebra-striped yankees (lower-case "Y") hat in the online shop, 'cause that's the only color permutation they've not sold for $42.95 yet.

By sharking through ticketmaster periodically, I managed to get a few single-seats for Yankees ALDS and potential ALCS games, in BETTER spots than we'd have gotten if we'd gotten them in a block with my other co-workers... so I'll get to see a few games. I'll almost certainly not be able to take any of my friends, though, nor am I holding my breath waiting to take my dad to a World Series game, something I'd really like to do, someday.

The Yankees are still my team, 'cause you just don't change, (you can't. period.) when the chips are down, or when the team acts like assholes. It's just that until just now, I'd not yet felt like I'd been told "screw you, we don't need you, the fan."... lots of others have, 'cause ticket prices have skyrocketed, and a beer is $6.50, but I get a pretty good break on regular-game tickets, and living in Manhattan, i'm used to the occasional expensive brew.

Now, however, I'm pretty sure I, and the hardworking, rabid baseball fans I work with, have been directly, explicitly, unappreciated. Howdy there, dotcom bullshit, we wondered where you'd gone.