You know when your parents say "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed"? Well I'm both.
Now I know shitty weather happens, and there's nothing you can do about that.
I'm not some crazy ass hole mad at the Red Sox because it rained, that would be lunacy. I'm not mad at the Red Sox for calling the game, I am mad for how they did it.
I'm very upset with my favorite baseball team; The Boston Red Sox. But that's nothing new. This organization (despite recent success) seems to fuck up, kind of a lot. Love/hate is a perfect way to describe my relationship with this team.
You'd think an ownership group who ended The Curse, and since has brought two more World Series to Boston would be beloved, but that's not the case at all. I'd say the vast majority of Red Sox fans hate John Henry. Caring more about PR or a soccer team than the Sox doesn't exactly win you a spot in the hearts of Sox Fans. Signing guys who haven't played baseball in 2 years to 70+ million dollar contracts, not firing a manager who can't manage, and trading power hitting studs for broken relief pitchers doesn't exactly warm our hearts either.
But that's not why I'm here.
I'm here to talk about how the Red Sox handle rain delays.
Not all rain delays are created equal. Sometimes it's 15-20 minutes then everybody is good to go. Sometimes you just have to wait for it to pass and then you're in the clear. This was not one of those rain delays.
The Red Sox knew that game was going to be a rainout. I say this because anybody with eyes or the sense of touch could tell it was pouring, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon. I heard people who worked at Fenway talking about how it was going to end up a rainout. Forecasts were upwards of an 80% chance of precipitation with thunder/lightning warnings for the foreseeable future. It was raining cats and dogs with a chance of meatballs. Thunder and lightning like crazy, you couldn't even go take a picture of Fenway because of the lightning warning. With how the forecast was last night there was no way on earth that game was going to begin before 10:30.
Yet the Red Sox still opened the gates, let fans in, immediately delayed the game, and said they'd give an update at 7:30. Then told us nothing for two hours. No updates, nothing. They basically just held people captive for two hours selling $10.25 Blue Moons and $6.25 slices of shitty pizza to the masses.
That is what pisses me off. It's such a scummy move that it makes wish I could just say fuck this team and stop caring. But I'm an idiot, so I can't. Now if it's going to be like a 45 minute delay I'd understand having what went down last night, but when you KNOW it's going to be a rainout and STILL wait two hours to say so just to make money off people waiting, that's wrong. I'm not a huge morality guy, but to me that's immoral. It's basically entrapment. You can't leave this shitty situation, and the only thing available to you is overpriced food shitty food. It's gross and should be illegal. Then again when you are wasting hundreds of millions of dollars to pay for shitbums that you've released I guess you gotta do what you can to foot the bill.
But the way I see it, they just held us captive with only their concessions and merchandise to keep us occupied. I believe they knew the game was going to be rained out at about 7:31 but waited nearly two hours to say anything just to make money off people bored and waiting. It's disgusting, and horrible. You're stuck inside Fenway because you don't want to leave, because if suddenly by the grace of God the skies clear up and it's time to play, you're SOL and just wasted even more money. So you're stuck waiting, in a crowded 100+ year old concourse with one seat for every 1,500 people.
Now when I'm at a Red Sox game I'll drop 60 bucks on a six pack of bud lights without thinking twice, but when there's no game fuck that. It was wet and muggy, winners like Boston sports fans don't deserve this kind of treatment, if you want to fuck with the Indians fans in the building, be my guest, but not to the Fenway Faithful. You should be ashamed of yourself.