07-09-2009, 09:19 AM
<!--quoteo(post=48951:date=Jul 9 2009, 02:59 AM:name=bz)-->QUOTE (bz @ Jul 9 2009, 02:59 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}><!--quotec-->But people didn't think it was all hunky dory. They weren't saying, "Hey George, I really love the way we decide homefield advantage." It just was never thought of as microscopically until it was determined by a meaningless game. Up until then it was just the way it was. If you think that is annoying then I don't know what to tell ya. Seems reasonable to me.<!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->
BZ, you continue to prove my point, almost perfectly. When the game was decided by something as asinine as "every other year", people didn't really give it much thought, by your own admission. Call that what you like, indifference, tacit approval, whatever. It was only after it was changed to something marginally less random, that suddenly it was a pox on society. This is EXACTLY my point. If the current system is so bad that you are going to bitch and moan about it now, why was alternating years not bad enough for you to look at it "microscopically"?
How about an illustration. Your girlfriend moves in, and paints your room bright pink. You say nothing. A couple of months later, she paints it GLOSSY bright pink. You completely freak out and start screaming how this cannot stand. Then Butch walks in and blames it on Bud Selig.
BZ, you continue to prove my point, almost perfectly. When the game was decided by something as asinine as "every other year", people didn't really give it much thought, by your own admission. Call that what you like, indifference, tacit approval, whatever. It was only after it was changed to something marginally less random, that suddenly it was a pox on society. This is EXACTLY my point. If the current system is so bad that you are going to bitch and moan about it now, why was alternating years not bad enough for you to look at it "microscopically"?
How about an illustration. Your girlfriend moves in, and paints your room bright pink. You say nothing. A couple of months later, she paints it GLOSSY bright pink. You completely freak out and start screaming how this cannot stand. Then Butch walks in and blames it on Bud Selig.
I wish that I believed in Fate. I wish I didn't sleep so late. I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders.