On my three hour drive home to East Orlando (took 1:20 to get from Trop to the Crosstown), I got an email on my blackberry that I was not a winner in the pre-sale lottery for Game Five tickets should the series need a fifth game. After watching this team the last two days, I am not convinced there will even be a fourth game in this series but I am still crushed. I am crushed that I won’t have the right to buy a ticket when they go on sale but some other lucky fan will. Maybe that lucky fan was one of the many fools that were loudly booing B.J. Upton and other players during their struggles today. Maybe that fan was one of the lameasses that started walking out of the game as early as the fifth inning when times got tough. Maybe that lucky fan was one of the people verbally abusing friends of mine with profanity that flew in from Texas for the game as they celebrated the Rangers success.
I’m crushed that I took two days off of work, spent two days doing pre-game radio simply because I love talking about the Rays, and stayed for every pitch of both games and am yet being denied first crack at seats so that someone else can show up, leave half-way through, and/or act like a complete jackass. This is why the national media ridicules this fanbase and why I felt ashamed to be part of it today. Nothing, other than Jerry Meals blown check-swing call, infuriated me more than the actions of some of the fanbase today. What type of free agent hitter wants to come to a city where they boo their own players, stay away from the stadium more often than not, and then leave in droves when the going gets tough? For shame.