Dear Major League Baseball,
Emily here. You know, the one who talks too much about your big boss Bud Selig and comments on baseball-related footwear. That’s me.
Anyhow, the Giants are kicking off Interleague Play in San Francisco tonight against the Oakland A’s and, well, I am none too happy about it. Interleague Play and I just don’t get along. But seeing as it seems to be yourfavoritethinginthehistoryoftheworld (weird, but that is not the point), I have decided that if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Original epiphany, no?
But I am not just joining. I am raising you one. I hereby propose Intergalactic Play!
Them wookies throw wicked curveballs.
Not to mention, they obviously already feel totally at home at AT&T Park.
And in terms of expanding baseball farther so we can all get more money and BMWs and Hawaii vacations and things, talk about an untapped market. All they have to entertain them is pod racing. And I’ve only seen, oh, the ten minutes they put into The Phantom Menace but it was a serious snore, even just in that quantity. After five hundred Star-Wars-elongated lifetimes of that? I bet they are ready for some baseball. (On an a somewhat unrelated note, I have always suspected that people in Star Wars land live so long because it takes George Lucas so damn long to make a new movie. But that’s just a suspicion on my part.)
What do y’all think? If you’re interested, message me on Pinterest or whatever.
In the meantime, I will just go to my happy place and imagine Watto as a GM. Because he would be the best GM ever, hands down.
p.s. May is Official Star Wars Month. I have an excuse to do things like this.