What your view of sports and life would be if you had too many concussions
I’m probably going to regret this collaboration. This is what SportsChump considers flattery, Besides, I don’t swear nearly as fucking much as he thinks I do:
I have a friend. His name is J-Dub. He’s kinda weird, an ornery fellow if I may. We’ve never officially met, but he runs a website just like mine, except his has a lot more curse words. He is one of the more creative minds you’ll find in cyberspace. He and I have collaborated before for some good times.
We’ve decided to do so again.
As we regularly read each other’s material and support each other’s sites, we often exchange ideas that readers might deem read-worthy. Renaming divisions in college and professional sports was one of those ideas. This idea was spawned when the Big Ten deciding to name its two divisions with the rather non-descript “Legends” and “Leaders.” That always struck us as odd. The idea has since been kicked to the curb with conference
officials opting for the more traditional East-West beginning in the 2014 season. Fortunately those in charge of naming the divisions never considered doing so after the conference’s most legendary coaches. We
know how that would have ended up.
That’s why I called upon J-Dub. Who better than to enlighten us with an answer to the pressing issues of our time? After all, East, West, Central are all so boring, not to mention, he’s done this before with college football. Besides, half the teams that play in those divisions don’t even reside in the part of the country they’re supposed to represent. The Dallas Cowboys play in the NFC East. The Denver Nuggets play in the NBA’s Northwest Division. Have you seen where those two cities are on a map?
There’s no rhyme or reason to any of this, which is why we’re here.
This has always been a real problem. I think the most glaring examples were baseball before the strike in 1994, when the Atlanta Braves and Cincinnati Reds we both in the National League West. SportsChump already mentioned the Dallas Cowboys, who remained in the NFC East after the NFL fixed such silliness as the Arizona Cardinals also being in the NFC East, Tampa Bay in the NFC Central, and Atlanta in the NFC West.
In order to make sense of how baseball has aligned itself, we must not forget that for the better part of the last century, this has been the awkward melding of two different leagues. but the big thing that has changed in baseball is the economics. That’s why my first thought on baseball is to re-align and re-name the division based on what kind of credit cards they could probably get.
Platinum Card Division:
Atlanta Braves, Los Angeles Dodgers, New York Yankees, San Francisco Giants, St. Louis Cardinals, Washington Nationals
Gold Card Division:
Boston Red Sox, Cincinnati Reds, Detroit Tigers, Los Angeles Angels, Texas Rangers, Toronto Blue Jays
Low Limit, High APR Division:
Arizona Diamondbacks, Chicago Cubs, Oakland A’s, Pittsburgh Pirates, Philadelphia Phillies, Tampa Bay Rays,
Bad Credit Score Divsion:
Chicago White Sox, Cleveland Indians, Milwaukee Brewers, Seattle Mariners, San Diego Padres, New York Mets
Food Stamps Division:
Colorado Rockies, Houston Astros, Kansas City Royals, Miami Marlins, Minnesota Twins
Even the hypocrisy that is Major League Baseball would have a hearty chuckle at the suggestion, or at least the rich kids would while those less fortunate continued to shout alms for the poor.
But now that we’ve embarked on this journey, the first idea that came to me was renaming divisions after the game’s most legendary players. But if Bill Russell can get arrested for walking into an airport with a loaded firearm, then who is safe? We’d have to do it posthumously and hope no athlete came back from the dead to do something stupid. We think it best to stick to the dead guys, lest they avoid the problem the B1g Ten had a few years back with the “Paterno Award.”
For example, we could rename the American League East as the “Mantle Division.” Oh, wait, he was hooked on amphetamines. We could rename the AL Central as the “Cobb Division.” Oops, it seems Ty was a known racist and once beat up a handicapped fan. We could rename the NL Central as the Pete Rose Division.” We bet you can figure out what’s wrong with that suggestion.
In other words, if we are to have any standards at all and use names that don’t bring a cargo hold full of baggage, four of our division names are going to be Roberto Clemente, Dale Murphy, Roger Staubach, and Tim Tebow, and two of those guys didn’t even play baseball. After all, what other baseball legend has retired from the game without having his name drug through the mud? After all, if professional sports have taught us anything over the years, it’s that even the most model citizen can let you down.
Another option to consider would be naming divisions after managers. Other than Tony LaRussa and J-Dubs personal hero, Lee Elia, they’re a little less inclined to get themselves into trouble. Earl Weaver, Sparky Anderson, Connie Mack, Casey Stengel, et cetera. Heck, everyone is so infatuated with Bill Belichick these days, he’d probably find a way sneak into another sport’s division renaming.
OK, so perhaps naming divisions after the players or coaches who best represented them isn’t the best idea. It’s why sticking with north and south is still the safest bet, unless the Civil War kicks back in. Besides, any re-alignment/renaming idea would likely need to maintain rivalries intact and be mindful of the wear and tear of travel, so what other options do we have?
Well, first of all, I wouldn’t say that Lee Elia is my hero, but we do share a similar affinity for the profanity-filled tirade. If you don’t like that, you can kiss my fucking ass in the middle of downtown and fucking PRINT IT.
As far as the civil war thing is concerned, the next civil war in America won’t be North v. South; it will be more like Red State v. Blue State, and to keep it straight, we’ll have to bracket it out like college basketball. Just picture it…”Today on CBS, your AT&T New Civil War Tournament brings you Red State #4 Indiana vs. Blue State #2 Massachusetts.”
But I don’t think the “rivalry” thing matters anymore. There’s maybe three rivalries that mean anything in baseball anymore, and they are all regional, so keeping them together isn’t a problem. Even the ones you can’t maintain within a division can be addressed with interleague play. Not to mention, because of interleague play now happening on a daily basis, everybody has a travel issue now. That means the only way to do this is to re-align on a geographic basis, and give those divisions names so you know right away where they are and which teams are in them.
The First Pitch 10pm ET Division:
Los Angeles Angels, Los Angeles Dodgers, Oakland A’s, San Diego Padres, San Francisco Giants. Seattle Mariners
The Mango Salsa Barbecue Division:
Arizona Diamondbacks, Colorado Rockies, Houston Astros, Kansas City Royals, St. Louis Cardinals, Texas Rangers
The Edmund Fitzgerald Division
Chicago Cubs, Chicago White Sox, Cleveland Indians, Detroit Tigers, Milwaukee Brewers, Minnesota Twins
The French and Indian War of 1763 Division
Boston Red Sox, New York Mets, New York Yankees, Philadelphia Phillies, Pittsburgh Pirates, Toronto Blue Jays
The Mason-Dixon Division
Atlanta Braves, Baltimore Orioles, Cincinnati Reds, Miami Marlins, Tampa Rays, Washington Nationals
Now, all we need is a conclusion…
Or maybe the fact that there IS no conclusion IS our conclusion…see what we did there? Let’s be honest, if you are looking for that “Ivy League” George Plimpton-style clever, you are more out of place in the blogosphere than a vegetarian at a Golden Corral, where even the lettuce in the salad bar is 80% pork fat. By the way, SportsChump will be writing the next few paragraphs solo as J-Dub goes all “Homer Simpson” at the mention of anything pork-related.
That means we can be even more honest. Major League Baseball is like your grandfather whom you love dearly. Yeah, he never figured out the VCR you gave him, yet he also managed to get the Blu-Ray player you replaced it with to still constantly flash “12:00” even though it has no clock. Despite that, you love his stories about the old days, especially the ones about his days in World War II, even the ends every one of them by calling you a “pussy” because you weren’t there.
Now, for purposes of clarity, this analogy DOES NOT apply to Bud Selig. To get a better commissioner, we could go down to the Greyhound Bus Depot and fish a guy off the 12:15 from Toad Suck, Arkansas. It’s a bit like the scene in Trading Places where Randolph and Mortimer Duke enlist Eddie Murphy’s character to do a better job than Dan Aykroyd’s. In the end, those two dickweeds got what they had coming, and “Come-uppance Day” can’t come soon enough for “Crypt-Keeper” Selig. After all, he’s the one who took twenty years to play league “flip-flop” with the Milwaukee Brewers and the Houston Astros, as if anybody cared where they were to start with. That’s why we went through this whole re-alignment exercise in the first place.
The real question is do fans care anymore? There’s two ways to look at that question. The first is to note that only seven of the league’s 30 teams have seen their stadiums at 75% capacity or over for home games this season. Maybe it’s because nobody knows who the hell who’s playing anymore. Or it could be that nobody wanted to pay 40 bucks to freeze their balls off in 36-degree weather trying to stay warm on $9 beers. That fact could help explain why television ratings for baseball are exploding. Or that could be because American just can’t watch anymore shit like “Honey Boo Boo.”
That’s only one question for which we don’t have an answer. Since we are both “old-school” type guys, is our beef with all this rooted simply in the fact that we long for the days of traditional rivalries? If not, are we content with creating new ones? Or could it be that we just can’t stand the idea of becoming football fans; the type who couldn’t give a shit less having a world where the Patriots have won the AFC East something like 67 out of the last 69 years.
Like we said, we don’t have the answers. Like we also said, if you really want answers, stop dicking around reading blogs, build a time machine, and tune into PBS circa 1978 where you can tune into “Firing Line” and have William F. Buckley spray answers faster than Ron Jeremy pumps out money shots.