SSI: The Preferred April "Panic Room" for the Disloyal M's Consumer



Personally, if I were District Manager of Burger King Seattle?  And it turned out that McDonald's, Wendy's, Jack in the Box and Frugal's 20-cent Greasebombs had much higher customer loyalty than I did?

I'd view Burger King restaurants as the cause of this effect.

There are times that monopolistic pro sports franchises show breathtaking insularity and arrogance.  In many ways, the San Francisco 49'ers are a fundamentally different company than Del Monte or Charles Scwab.  There are times I really resent the differences.


GNATTO:  Might need a Don't Panic article every day at this rate.

Dr. D:  And don't doubt for a moment that it adds piquancy to the seeing-eye ground balls, knowing that --- > we'll have to personally apologize for the M's play the next morning.

;- ) 

I just watched that Lone Survivor movie with my daughter, who cried all the way through it - and then resolved to stop complaining about her own problems.  (This is not a sermon; it's an attempt to inspire.)  She also decided that horror films such as "Hostel" and "Saw" are done by posers who have little real understanding of physical courage.  So the directors' attitude "I can watch grosser stuff than you.  Me bad" is insulting human beings who do understand that. ... she's starting to get it, I think.

Mark Wahlberg's character Marcus Luttrell -- who had a cameo in the movie -- , along with his 3 buddies, decides to release a handful pro-Taliban hostages knowing for a fact that 200 Afghani soldiers are going to race up the mountain and cut them to pieces.  So the very reason they are in that situation is the fact that they chose principle over self-preservation.

The battle scenes are easily the most visceral I've ever seen.  Luttrell gets a bullet that breaks his leg; he limps over to another defensive position and takes out 8 terrorists before another bullet sends him tumbling down the mountain rocks to fracture his back.  Then he props himself up and, Game Face On, surgically takes out 5 more terrorists.  Then he takes a bullet through a kidney, packs dirt into the wound hard, and levels his rifle again...

Four U.S. Seals that day took out some 60 Afghan terrorists who knew the mountains like the back of their hands.  Three Seals died; Luttrell was airlifted out to tell the story.  When the chopper settled down (in real life), the battle-weary nurses ran out to administer aid and ... started weeping the moment they saw him.

That's always been one of the things that made life worth living for me:  these epically courageous moments when an actual Rocky Balboa climbs off the canvas, eyes beaten shut, and demands more combat.  If you haven't studied the life of George Washington, you're really missing out.


Sports is not real war; there's nothing ACTUALLY at stake.  If a given M's fan simply chooses not to care about the Mariners, there's nothing dishonorable out that.  I'm a fair-weather basketball fan; maybe you choose to be a fair-weather baseball fan.  Somebody else chooses to be a fair-weather Sounders fan.  Nothing says that some particular person needs to choose Entertainment X as his hobby.

Personally, of my own volition, I enjoy using sports defeats as dress rehearsals for actual real-life traumas that are on the schedule.  You may not.  That's totally legit too.

But sports is life, too.  At its best, it's a dress rehearsal for 17-year-old boys to learn about manhood.  And when things go badly for your local sports team, there is real satisfaction to be found in the attitude, "What ELSE you got for us?"  This ain't exactly the hills of Afghanistan out there.  

I'm going to sit down tonight, turn the game on, and viscerally try to land a body shot on the Rangers.  I'd like them to leave town un-glad they flew in.





So true. As a broadcaster on LA-area sports talk used to say in the '80's, "In life sports is, after all, only the toy department." Proper toys properly used can help build character too, as you point out.

We are by nature greedy. Whatever good thing we get, we migh be initially thankful, but we also tend to "bank it" as something we expect going forward in life, and when things don't measure up to a former experience we so easily grow frustrated and disillusioned, even bitter.

When I was eleven years old I had no idea how lucky I'd been. In 1963 my local MLB team the Dodgers had won the World Series in '63, again in '65, and in '66 went to the World Series a third time in four years, this time losing to the Baltimore Orioles. To me the world had come to an end because they didn't win it again. The ensuing years were painful for this spoiled Dodgers fan. I had no idea the next time they would go to a World Series I would be 19 years old. And they would lose it again, this time to the mustachoed Oakland A's. I didn't realize that at the ages of 22 and 23 they'd go two more times...and lose both to the hated Yankees! I'd wait until the age of 26 before the went again, and somehow they beat those *&)!~ Yankees.

It was 7 more years before the Dodgers went to the Series again, but in May of the 1988 season we moved to the Portland are. I watched them upset the heavily favored Bash Brothers from our house in Vancouver, WA. By 1995, my Dodgers passions had subsided, due to them no longer being local, but also because I hated that the O'Malley family had sold the team to corporate buyers. We happened to move to Seattle that year, and I got totally caught up the exciting finish to that first Mariners playoff season. As the team assembled an incredible stock of premium talent over the next few years, I though surely they would go to a World Series. But they never did. And since 2001 they haven't reached the playoffs a single time.

I do grow frustrated with the Seattle Mariners, more and more every futile year. All you have to do is pull up the Dodgers' Baseball-Reference franchise page, look at the years 1963-1988, then compare it to the Mariners page, 1995-the present. It's understandable.

But you're absolutely right that it is a tragically ruinous thing to let frustration, disappointment or hardship turn to bitterness (Heb 12:15).

If the M's DO get to the playoffs, then we won't be satisfied until they get to the World Series. If they achieve that we won't be satisfied until they win one. And then we'll expect THAT every year. It's the stuff we're made of, so we must learn to deal with it.

I confess I have reflected over these past fifteen years that I may never see my team reach the playoffs again, much less the World Series. Only a few electric shocks in January kept this from being the case. I really want to see them at least go to the World Series in my lifetime. As a baseball fan who lived with a franchise that routinely made the postseason, the Mariners under the Bavasi and Zduriencik regimes were torturous to live through.

Jerry, please get this man his wish. But if you don't, life will go on, and baseball will still be baseball, the toy department. I can live with just the joy of the Lord, my wife, out kids, and our grandchildren. Sometimes along with the joy there's stuff even with family that is hard to endure, but at least it doesn't depend on what some guy in suit at Safeco Field does.


And we're awfully glad for those electric shocks.  :- )  You and I are definitely brethren here.  Not many people get the feeling of wondering, "Is there time for me to see a great Mariners season?  Prob'ly not ..."

Maybe you and I will both get a Hezekiah portion of 15 extra years.  (Looking that way from my end.)  And that 15 extra years will see very few Dodger '66 or Reds '75 years...

Even if it doesn't, there is plenty of value in the struggle itself.  Rocky didn't have to beat Apollo for the movie to work.

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Growing up a Mariner fan, a Lions fan, and a Pacers fan certainly taught me to temper expectations. Isn't it sad that mock drafts and prospect lists are more enjoyable than actual in season games? I wonder if I'll feel anything at all when one of them actually win a championship. As a youth, certainly the games were more entertaining. If they win now, I truly don't know how excited I would get. Once a team wins the 'ship, prospect lists just don't cut it. Maybe a few decades of prospect dreaming out weigh a series banner. Prospects will always be there to continue the dream. Maybe I'm just dreaming.

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