Opening Night is grand when it pertains to Broadway, but baseball is another story.Far be it from me to douse the flames of fervor, but the christening of Citi Field as the skies darken and the temps’ plummet is another in a long list of travesties perpetrated on the defenseless fans.
We are treated more and more like sheep as time passes and we comply by following the shepherd off to slaughter. Nevertheless, I ask you my fellow loyal fans: whose brilliant brainstorm was it to showcase the spanking new ballpark on a Monday night in April?
Another marketing whiz kid no doubt whispered into Fred Wilpon’s ear (Jeff?) and thought prime time was the best time. What these dolts never understand, like the Super Bowl-you could play it at 11 am (they did on the West Coast in its infancy) and the crowd would adjust their timepieces.
Hello, they call it “Opening Day” for a reason!
Can someone explain to me the prevailing wisdom of the home opener suddenly morphing into a night game? We are talking about April weather in the Northeast, as unpredictable as Oliver Perez. The charm of the home opener has always associated with a day ballgame, the possibility of sunshine, bunting rustling in the wind, not torn apart by it.
Home by dinnertime, not a midnight snack.
Moreover, the opponent, San Diego is an “Aluminum” attraction but the fans are charged “Platinum” prices. Talk about the old bait and switch.
If polled, I’ll bet my collection of Rheingold coasters that the fans would vote for attending a day game (missing work or school!), in lieu of frostbite and arriving home as if they’ve been at the Meadowlands on a Monday Night.
By a proverbial landslide.
If the people in charge of scheduling sporting events continue to insert de-incentives for attending then they will be free to hold them at any hour.
It’s opening night sans the tuxedo.