Baseball Commissioner Bud Selig has been leading baseball toward a painful
realignment that involves switching of teams between divisions and leagues,
altering the playoff scenario. In addition, he demonstrates extreme inconsistency
in discipline of players, and is guilty of rampant commercialization of
America’s favorite pastime. What could he possibly be thinking?
“Bud” Selig, the ninth Commissioner of Baseball, fits his astrological
chart like a batting glove. He is a Leo who specializes in self-referential
activities. Selig also possesses four planets in Cancer, the sign of the
crab. Crabs cling and won’t let go (even if means their demise), stockpile
resources (they can be somewhat greedy) and get cranky if they don’t get
their way. Of course, they also nurture and render care and support to
all others around them. So the Commissioner probably stands convinced
that his way of doing what he wants is what baseball needs.
well, the United States is a Cancer country in which we root, root,
root for the home team, unless you make them play in a foreign country
to start the season. How is that division good for baseball? It seemed
like a good idea on the projected advertising sales sheet.
Leo Sun stands opposed by transiting Neptune, which is currently in
Aquarius. Neptune is associated with the foggy, misty, ethereal time
in which little or nothing makes sense. Such a time is supposed to
awaken a person’s spiritual scope, sense of purpose and place in the
Universe. But typically, during such a time, people seem lost in a
fog and lose their sense of realism and practicality. In terms of
forgiveness, exoneration or absolution, one goes to unreasonable extremes.
These extremes may manifest as unnecessary harshness in some punishments
and ineffectual leniency in others (such as Strawberry’s
drug punishment and the Dodgers/Cubs brawl and pending suspensions).
to the impending vote on realignment, Selig spouted off on April 17,
“Everything I wanted to do, I will do.” There could not be a more
succinct Leo statement in the universe. Selig got his hometown Milwaukee
Brewers transferred between leagues. He started the United States
national pastime’s season in Japan. He sells out to advertisers. He
pardons baseball players for criminal activities that would send the
average bloke to jail, yet uses a henchman for on-field punishment—sometimes
too little, sometimes too much. Fog settles over the ballparks. We
can no longer see the scorecard.
current proposals for realignment will confuse the heck out of any
child seeking to learn geography. The placement of teams in divisions
often has nothing to do with their home city’s location in the country.
One team is being switched because they don’t like what time the games
start for their audience back home. Neptune blurs boundaries, time
zones, economic factors and what’s good for the game. Selig has made
it clear that he’ll do what he wants... and how does this serve the
greater good? It doesn’t.
plan of alignment takes away some of the excitement of baseball. It
alienates fans (you know, the economic source of the game), disrupts
scheduling and inspires countless writers to go off on tirades about
his agenda. Basically, the name of the game is Selig saving face.
He must back up the slippery promises he made early in a multitude
of negotiations with owners and teams to ensure his promissory integrity.
under the realm of Neptune’s inspiration, and in the land of beer
(beer is associated with the planet Neptune) of Wisconsin, Selig might
receive the benefit of divine intervention. We can always hope. Should
the inspiration not come, perhaps the greater wisdom might yet prevail.
Neptune’s suggestion: when fogged in with zero visibility, stay put.
maybe fans can muster their wishes and send them to the Commissioner.
Hopefully, the disruption to the national pastime and possible wounds
to baseball can be nipped in the bud, instead of nipped by the Bud.