This move to another league gets people all worked up and keeps them from talking about the real ugliness out there. Namely that the Houston franchise has been allowed to drift for several years now (thanks again, McLane), and getting back on track is not something McLane or Crane or anyone can cause to happen just by snapping their fingers, and wishing it were so. All this time, almost every other team in baseball has been working around the clock to get better, to gain some kind of edge in the super-competitive world of MLB. While we've been fucking around with Cecil Cooper and Brad Mills and Ed Wade and the rest.
This franchise is in serious trouble, competitive-wise. I can very easily envision and in fact expect that what we are looking at here is the front end of something like the Pittsburgh Pirates, c. 1993 to present. Even if I could continue to follow and care about this new AL team, which I cannot and will not, I would be looking forward to being in my mid-seventies before there is any chance they'd be truly competitive again.
It feels good to walk away. Life is truly too short to worry about self-important morons like Selig and Ryan and McLane. They all deserve each other, anyway, but I don't have to watch. In case anyone besides Sphinx hasn't noticed, there are plenty of enjoyable things to do around these parts on summer evenings, rather than watch a lousy baseball team not compete in a foreign league.
T.S. Eliot may have been a fucking BFiB, but he was right. Not with a bang, baby; but a whiny fucking whimper.