Eh?
I'm sorry Limey, it's something we yanks did--a bit of necessary propaganda in the old W.W. Two. Awkwardly in the last century the Stars and Stripes kicked germany's ass twice--much like Andrew Jackson slaughtered the British at New Orleans. The uncomfortable part of the conflicts was at the time the largest european ethnic group in the U.S. were Germans. Fortunatey, Germans are happy to fight anyone, even (maybe especially) other Germans because though they been lightly christianized for somehting close to a thousand years, deep down in der blut is the idea that maybe the best way to heaven is to die in battle--prefereably after helping whole communities of the other side go to Hel first. Anyway, instead of hating germans, the enemy was Hitler and the Nazis (or the Kaiser in JimR's time). This made it easier for the millions of German-Americans who fought for the U.S. from feeling a twang of uncomfortable angst. The upshot is that I can question Selig for being comfortable with the inherent conflict of interest involved in controlling both a team and being the commissioner. I can despise Selig for the roiding of the game--something it is impossible to imagine Bart Giamatti tolerating for 10 seconds let alone ten years. And I can freaking hate him for moving an Astros "home" game to Milwaukee which I had to listen to on an battery powered radio while mr. fucking cubsfan gets to watch in person after a short drive. I can do all that without hating the Brewers. Really, can you hate someone who honors those who make beer? Really?
Well, Cheerio old chap, hope I answered your "eh?" If not there's plenty of more horseshit back in the barn. And i am sure that togther we can finally find that pony.
