Articles like this remind me of why I deal with a nagging nausea about the game I fell in love with back in 1961 as a small child, this over my stern father's objection and his disdain for us lazy, idle types who created a drain on the nation's GDP by twittering away the hours on frivolous entertainment.
The man died unhappy. I continue to rebel. But it gets harder and harder to savor it.
Any day I want, I can pop into a coffee shop after hopping out of a vehicle 75% of my fellow citizens can't afford. Shell out for a $5 latte and read an article like this from an expensive device, enjoying subscriptions to a number of media sources. I can afford to do something 95% of Americans can't afford to do, which is to order $65 tickets to a game while munching on a $14 cheeseburger with those fancy fries in the tony restaurant next to the stadium. A place whose revenues and profits are inextricably tied to those of the baseball club and to the tax burdens of all. I can go home later and settle in to watch MLB.com because I can afford $150 per month for cable TV if I want.
My point is this: if we could magically pare revenues that flow into your average baseball enterprise by 50%, the whole complex, intertwined shebang would still represent an anguishing, wretched excess, simply because it's become the exclusive domain of those among us who merely flinch at the $9 price of a stadium beer.
For me personally, I couldn't give a rat's *ss about the players getting their "fair share" of the pie. I'd like them all to make 10% of what they do to be honest. There's no mystery in the unassailable fact that baseball's appeal has deadened for many. I snuck off to Met Stadium occasionally. My paper route money allowed me to do something some of my other classmates could't do. These days, I've made a painful choice to avoid most of what the supporters of stadium bills describe as a boon to GDP, including trips to Target Field. It's silly, I know.
Will the industry rue the day when the remaining fans hit their clearing price? My own millennial kids have cut the cord with both baseball and Comcast and moved on. They never had the kind of connection that I had with Zoilo, Camilo, Cesar, Kitty, and Harmon. I was in the financial services business my entire career, but for the life of me, I can't figure out how cable deals get better and how baseball franchises continue to appreciably increase in value from here on out. Who can afford this mess?
The greed is suffocating. Owners, players, businesses, and fans alike.