Thursday, June 26, 2008

And We Shall Know Them By the Hats That They Wear




In today's edition of The Boston Globe, Fashion correspondent Kate Jackson asks the question, "Why is this hat so hated?"

Well, Kate, how much time do you have?

Let's debunk one thing right from the start: hating Pink Hats has nothing to do with any kind of hatred or backlash against female Red Sox fans. The "female fan as victim" mentality is almost as annoying as that glob of cotton candy with a "B" on it. We've long since passed the days where women sat in the kitchen and talked about knitting while the menfolk watched the game. Hell, it has nothing to do with women at all.

The Pink Hat represents the circus that has surrounded this team since 2003, the year which most Pink Hat owners think the team was established. They say that success breeds contempt and there's nothing more contemptible than the new breed of fan whose interest in the team started when Kevin Millar was saved from a lifetime of Japanese obscurity. They're the people who wave frantically at the camera from behind home plate while on their cell phones. They're the people who think Red Sox Nation is a member of the U.N. and actually needs a president. They're the people who go to Boston Dirt Dogs for hard hitting Red Sox analysis.

They're the people who watch Sox Appeal. And breasts are not required to be one of them.



For some unknown reason, the Red Sox brass has decided to market the franchise to these people. Not the team, itself. That's an important distinction as the actual play on the field has become secondary to the RED SOX EXPERIENCE. Tuesday night's game against the Diamondbacks is the perfect example. It's quite possible that that game was the worst broadcast in the history of baseball. The Sox honored Jerry Remy's 20 years in the booth that night. It sure was nice to see a guy who flies so far under the radar get his just desserts. Then again, the man does need a second income in case his son tries to kill his girlfriend again.

Whether or not there was a need for a Remy Night is debatable. What is not debatable, however, is that any tribute should have ended before the first pitch and not taken over the entire f'ing broadcast. Between the guests in the booth and the video montages and the call-in tributes, NESN showed approximately 18.2 seconds of actual game play. And you know who loved every minute of it?

You guessed it.

The Pink Hats are the ones watching the show.

The real fans are the ones watching the game.

Dress accordingly.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Effn Ay!!!!!

Anonymous said...

I have always loved the Red Sox and also love the color pink...what's better than a PINK RED SOX HAT!!!
What difference should the color of your hat make, as long as you root for the RIGHT team?!

Anonymous said...

I have always loved the Red Sox and also love the color pink...what's better than a PINK RED SOX HAT!!!

Well that makes a whole lot of sense.

I have always loved anal sex and the Cubs, so maybe I should butt fuck a lion.

LookAtMe said...

Its not the color of the hat; its the content of the brain.
Someone who spent 150$ on an "authentic" hat is just as likely to be standing up cellphone in hand, doing the wave while vomiting up beer and nachos while singing SweetCaroline in the 3rd inning as is someone in a pink hat.

futuremrsrickankiel said...

These are really great points, actually, but I feel like at bottom fan attitude is so much more important than what you wear -- as the commenter above me also noted. When you think about it, the practice of wearing authentic gear is pretty ridiculous too, given that you're not ACTUALLY a professional baseball player. I think people should feel free to choose their method of expressing team support. The idea that a little pink hat has the power to reduce grown-ass men to spluttering fits of fury is, um, extremely lame.