For OPENING DAY, I Praise the Jeff Reboulets of the World
Hidden behind the Cult of Celebrity are the people who do the work
Today is a national holiday — baseball Opening Day! It’s an international holiday here in Europe as I will stay up late to watch my beloved Twins in action.
This article is only slightly about sports. It is mostly about life. Today and every day in the world of sports, the corporate media and the fans will focus on the stars. I want to focus elsewhere.
This Opening Day, I will repost an article I wrote last July. That article was shadow banned — the first article of mine shadow banned — and very deeply buried with only 43 views. My average number views per article is around 1,000.
That’s a sad irony because my original article was all about people who aren’t seen.
Tonight, baseball, the second greatest sport, puts on its annual carnival, the All-Star Game. I’ve never been a fan of the All-Star Game. It always struck me as rather meaningless phony pretension. Only 70 of the roughly 1,800 major league players are in the game, which isn’t really a game, more a spectacle reflecting our society’s Cult of Celebrity.
At All-Star Game time, I think of Jeff Reboulet.
