Feeling Bud's Pain
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No better reason to snap out of a brief hiatus than to check in on the fine commissioner of baseball, Bud Selig. Seems Bud is having a bit of an issue attending baseball games. In this article from The New York Times we get a brief glimpse into the horror that is the life of a baseball commissioner:
> Commissioner Bud Selig was at Dodger Stadium to watch Barry Bonds pursue Hank Aaron’s record again on Wednesday night, but Selig did not sound like someone who was thrilled to be in Los Angeles.
> “This has been a tough experience, I don’t mind telling you,” Selig said.
> Selig did not elaborate, but he seemed to be referring to something more than the flights and the hotel beds. Counting Wednesday’s contest against the Dodgers, Selig has attended eight of the Giants’ last 12 games. After delaying his decision for months, Selig is shadowing Bonds. For now, anyway.
> “I don’t think anybody can say I haven’t made a Herculean effort,” Selig said. “In fact, I have a lot of people who are stunned I’m still at it.”
> “I’ll do this as long as it’s practical,” Selig said.
Man, I'm feeling you brother. No one hates tripping across the country in my G-4, staying in 5-Star Hotels, and having to attend freakin' baseball games like I do. Bud, let me add my name to the lengthy list of those who are stunned, absolutely floored, that you are still at it.
"Herculean effort?" Some may scoff at this use of Roman mythological hyperbole. But they are not the ones who have to eat room service at the Four Seasons (Quail? Again!!?), sit in those ergonomically incorrect seats in the owner's box, and actually have to watch Barry Bonds every game. The correct answers to the questions are: (1) "No, I will not sign your baseball."; (2) "No, I will not wave to the fans." and; (3) "Pete Rose? Never heard of him." (Feel free to print that out for a handy pocket reference card). I know you don't want to be a part of this - Hank Aaron is your buddy. And we all know you were only the interim commissioner during the whole (alleged) steroid craze.
"Practical?" I think the days of practical are long past Bud. Go home, get some rest (1020-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets? Like cardboard!), and prepare for what portends to be an arduous journey to that hell hole known as San Diego this weekend. We (or at least, I) feel your pain Bud. In fact, why don't you just resign. That'll show 'em.
