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OOPS 142<br />

on <strong>the</strong> National League. The surviving league absorbed some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

American Association’s clubs and concluded that, as long as beer fl owed<br />

like a revenue stream, maybe having <strong>the</strong> common element in <strong>the</strong> grandstands<br />

wasn’t such a bad thing. Big-league beer drinking resumed, and<br />

except for a few dicey years during Prohibition, <strong>the</strong> stadium taps have<br />

remained open ever since in synergistic splendor, mostly without incident.<br />

By <strong>the</strong> year 2000, experts estimated that <strong>the</strong> average major-league team<br />

was grossing more than $5 million per year on beer sales alone.<br />

Even so, beer and baseball usually aren’t enough to ensure large<br />

crowds, especially for <strong>the</strong> less talented teams. Team owners have long relied<br />

on giveaways and promotional gimmicks to put butts in seats. Fireworks<br />

Nights are usually a good draw. Ladies’ Day was an early favorite,<br />

followed by cap, poster, and bobble-head doll giveaways. (Ball and bat<br />

giveaways proved problematic, as fans sometimes turned those into projectiles<br />

and weapons when things got ugly.) The hopeless Washington<br />

Senators once staged “Pantyhose Night,” <strong>of</strong>fering free pantyhose to every<br />

woman who bought a ticket, prompting <strong>the</strong> authors <strong>of</strong> one trivia compendium<br />

to declare that promotion “<strong>the</strong> ultimate degradation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> national<br />

pastime.”<br />

The notion <strong>of</strong> using cheap beer as a lure—ten ounces for a dime—<br />

seemed, at <strong>the</strong> time, just a natural extension <strong>of</strong> that tried- and-true promotional<br />

formula. “The media didn’t seem <strong>the</strong> least bit put <strong>of</strong>f by <strong>the</strong><br />

prospect,” noted Bob Dyer in his 2003 book Cleveland Sports Legends:<br />

The 20 Most Glorious and Gut-Wrenching Moments <strong>of</strong> All Time. “In his<br />

pre-game story in <strong>the</strong> Cleveland Press, baseball writer Jim Braham gleefully<br />

proclaimed, ‘Rinse your stein and get in line. Billy <strong>the</strong> Kid [<strong>the</strong>n<br />

Rangers manager Billy Martin] and his Texas gang are in town and it’s<br />

ten-cent beer night at <strong>the</strong> ballpark.’ ” Indians management’s only concession<br />

to <strong>the</strong> eve ning’s potential volatility was its decision to increase <strong>the</strong><br />

size <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> thirty-two-member stadium security force to forty-eight. It’s<br />

just a guess, but that security force probably was not trained for tactical<br />

response.

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