A-hole, or Merely an Ingrate?

http://www.baseballprospectus.com/unfiltered/?p=335 Doc Gram is starting this post with a link to Christina Kahrl's recent column on Baseball Prospectus' "Unfiltered" blog. He encourages you to read it, especially if you buy the Prospectus each year. Just so you know, the editor listed first on the book cover thinks your love of fantasy baseball is at best, corroding the game. Doc Gram's not sure why Kahrl decided to stir the pot. He doesn't mean the one simmering with the tomato sauce she writes about preparing - he means the pot of steaming, horseshit-laden ungratefulness that she ladled upon the BP website. Like an Altria executive clucking her tongue at the cost to taxpayers resultant from caring for lung cancer patients, Kahrl proceeds in her post to snipe her colleague Will Carroll for caring about his fantasy team while whining about how there are no "points" in real baseball. Guess what? There's no REVENUE FOR YOU in "real" baseball, either. Unless Kahrl believes they're going to make the New York Times' bestsellers list selling 200-500 copies to the insular MLB execs who actually move the game and give a shit about what some lady cooking tomato sauce thinks. Maybe Kahrl figured that by admitting up front that it's not necessarily in her best interests to be posting what she did, she could escape this response from readers like Doc Gram. She also consults a thesaurus to come up with several euphemisms that have a similar effect to saying "no offense, but..." before you call someone an asshole. Or maybe she figured she should be controversial because bloggers wouldn't be able to resist the urge to object in posts like this one. But the fact remains that Kahrl's congealed arrogance did not allow her to resist the urge to hide her disgust for her own audience - and she plainly bit the hand that feeds her. So here's the back of that hand, Christina. No offense, but you're a pompous asshole - not because you think fantasy baseball might be bad for baseball fandom. But because you couldn't just shut up about it and eat the meal that fantasy baseball is putting on your table. Next time, do a crossword puzzle while you wait for your sauce.