HeadFirst
02-13-2012, 03:15 PM
God bless Winchester.
That plucky little town wants so badly the legitimacy and esteem that comes with keeping a pro baseball team that it's willing to pay everything, give up anything and get nothing in return -- and they're okay with that.
God bless 'em.
Winchester is a great town, a historic town, a proud little oasis in the Shenandoah Valley wilderness and a heck of a pitstop along I-81. I have friends all around Winchester, have broadcast high school football from its quaint downtown, have taken in many a Winchester Royals ballgame, have scarfed often at both Waffle Houses. My grandmother's final hospital visit was to Winchester.
Winchester is a fine town, a noble town. It is small and isolated and insular, a bastion of the South in Virginia's far north.
But it is but a town.
Winchester is exactly the sort of market that a Minor League Baseball club would be leaving if it were already there. A paucity of population, purchasing power and corporate support in similar-sized and -moneyed markets has led to the very recent or impending loss of pro ball in Martinsville, Chillicothe, Pittsfield, Kinston, Yakima and other places. Baseball is a business. If teams think it’s greener elsewhere, towns lose teams.
God bless Winchester for gaining one, no matter what those darned demographics say. Bless them for scoffing at the notion of fiscal investment and blithely donating their hard-earned public treasure -- for the sole benefit of an evidently mercurial Low SingleA-level outfit who's only feeling their proverbial oats because Bryce Harper just so happened to fill their coffers.
I hope the good people of Olde Winchester Towne know what their politicos are getting them into. The taxpaying citizens could use our blessings most of all.
That plucky little town wants so badly the legitimacy and esteem that comes with keeping a pro baseball team that it's willing to pay everything, give up anything and get nothing in return -- and they're okay with that.
God bless 'em.
Winchester is a great town, a historic town, a proud little oasis in the Shenandoah Valley wilderness and a heck of a pitstop along I-81. I have friends all around Winchester, have broadcast high school football from its quaint downtown, have taken in many a Winchester Royals ballgame, have scarfed often at both Waffle Houses. My grandmother's final hospital visit was to Winchester.
Winchester is a fine town, a noble town. It is small and isolated and insular, a bastion of the South in Virginia's far north.
But it is but a town.
Winchester is exactly the sort of market that a Minor League Baseball club would be leaving if it were already there. A paucity of population, purchasing power and corporate support in similar-sized and -moneyed markets has led to the very recent or impending loss of pro ball in Martinsville, Chillicothe, Pittsfield, Kinston, Yakima and other places. Baseball is a business. If teams think it’s greener elsewhere, towns lose teams.
God bless Winchester for gaining one, no matter what those darned demographics say. Bless them for scoffing at the notion of fiscal investment and blithely donating their hard-earned public treasure -- for the sole benefit of an evidently mercurial Low SingleA-level outfit who's only feeling their proverbial oats because Bryce Harper just so happened to fill their coffers.
I hope the good people of Olde Winchester Towne know what their politicos are getting them into. The taxpaying citizens could use our blessings most of all.