I’m feeling feisty. Potentially dangerous. Time to poke that bear.
I can’t swim, but I am going to attempt to wade into some treacherous waters concerning that growing elephant that is starting to outgrow its room. And it’s really starting to bug me, sooooooooooooooooooooo…
Straight off of the top, personally, I could not care less about the whole controversy. But I admit that I’m not sure what that says about me. The Chief Wahoo logo been around for my entire life. So have other various Native American-based team names that encompass the sports landscape. I just don’t find these things worth complaining about.* There are bigger fish to fry in this world than pure marketing.
It does seem that the Indians have been trying to covertly minimize Chief Wahoo’s visibility in recent years, though. The Solid C caps are becoming more and more popular (which, in my opinion, just look cooler anyway, but that’s beside the point) as well as various uniform changes that render the now-infamous logo almost to a compete afterthought; effectively replacing him with script-I’s or solid block lettering, only to eventually see him smiling wide but hidden away on the player’s shoulder opposite of the camera’s view.
But I see it prominently being a sore topic for many people. It causes people to loathe teams simply because of the character. They don’t care about “hating” another team for the traditional reasons. They hate your team because of a logo. Wish I could find that tweet sent to me a year ago. Even to this day, I think of the complete absurdity of this Royals fan’s reasoning. Hate for a division rival? Completely understandable and encouraged. Loathing certain players? Completely understandable and encouraged. Hating a team for a logo? It’s possible, I guess, but it takes some seriously strenuous explaining on the other person’s part. And with many naysayers not knowing or understanding the historical relevance, they fight for something they don’t understand.
I’ve been accused of spinning in the past. (And the opposition doesn’t? Hmm…) Maybe I am. Meh.
When a team’s laundry/logo/mascot takes precedence over all other tangible baseball-related things for you, and you feel it’s your duty to inform me of all of these cosmetic wrongs, I will check out. At best, I might surreptitiously shake my head. If you scream loud enough, it usually results in continuous head-meet-desk. And I still have the bruises to prove it. I might even troll you back with the same amount of vigor. So bear this in mind.
And then, there is this. A call to action from players. A plea to take a stand against something that seems so insignificant. (Although it is a cause that holds far more weight than David Price’s stand for keeping his facial hair. A potential $300 million contract? I’d wax my whole body with a smile of my face. Anyhoo…) All this stirring of the proverbial pot, masquerading as a challenge for the so-called “greater good.” The constantly quotable Nick Swisher somehow managed to zip his lips and walk away.
It’s time to get over it. Call me blind. Call me ignorant. I just might be. But seeing how our little corner of the internet is respectfully in honor of the Indian who gave the team its current namesake, it’s just foolish to put serious effort in complaining against history that isn’t excessive, nor is it harmful. It’s not intended to be taken as a personal affront. Besides, seeing as I lose all sense of masculinity if and when Spiders are involved, you’re darn right I’d choose a grinning native American over an eight-legged terrorspawn from the lowest and darkest caves of hell.
People need to recalibrate their priorities. And if fighting tooth and nail for a logo(s) is on your list of things of making the game of baseball better, then you’re in for a long and difficult journey. One that has no true victor and exists without an endgame other than a total re-branding; which has about as much of a chance as David Price holding firm on his aforementioned Beard Crusade.
As for me, until and unless they tell me otherwise, I will wear Chief Wahoo proudly. Call me insensitive if you must. It’s my team.
*I am all over the geological map. I hold no full-blooded nationality other than American. You call me a mutt, and I will bark.