“R-E-S-P-E-C-T… just a little bit, baby, just a little
bit…”
Just a little bit of respect is all that Aretha Franklin asked for in her signature song, but it seems that today that might be a lot to
ask for.
The lack of respect got to me when the baseball season
began in April. I love listening to baseball games on the radio and I subscribe
to a service that lets me listen to any game I want, whenever and wherever it
is played. I have a couple of favorite teams, but I like listening to different
broadcasters from different cities.
It started while listening to a Yankees game, and after
the National Anthem was played, the announcer said, “The National Anthem was
brought to you by Joe’s Car Wash”… well, it wasn’t actually Joe’s Car Wash –
the exact sponsor has long been forgotten - but it occurred to me that our
National Anthem had just been disrespected.
Has our corporate culture grown so crass that we have to
try and increase our revenue stream by sponsoring EVERYTHING. This irritation
has been further compounded since the season began. I have counted 8 other
teams that also have an advertiser “bring us” the National Anthem.
Too often these days, or at least it seems so to me, that
we hear the word “disrespect” used to justify all sorts of anti-social
behavior. Windshields are broken, houses are egged, and people are shot…. all
because the perpetrator felt they had been “disrespected”. I’ve come to believe
that “disrespect” is when I am ticked at you, but have no logical reason for my
anger, so I just say, “you disrespected me”… as if that is justification for
any deviant behavior I chose to perform.
In a recent NBA playoff basketball game, between the Toronto
Raptors and the Miami Heat, we were treated to a “double-disrespect” event. The
playoff game was in Miami, and as is the usual custom, both the national
anthems are played before the game. During the Canadian Anthem, Dwayne Wade, a
Miami player, continued practicing layups. When informed after the game that he
had disrespected the Canadian Anthem, he responded that asking him to interrupt
his pre-game practice routine was “disrespecting” him. Go figure.
The ultimate “disrespect” incident, in my opinion,
happened last weekend during a baseball game between the Toronto Blue Jays, and
the Texas Rangers. To get the full effect of this occassion, I have to take you
back to October 14th, 2015.
It was the MLB playoffs, and the Texas Rangers were
playing the Toronto Blue Jays. The 5-game series was tied; 2 wins for each
team. In the 5th and deciding game, a Toronto star, Jose Bautista,
hit the game winning home run, and the Texas Rangers objected to how he flipped
his bat after hitting the ball.
He just tossed it aside. He didn’t throw it AT anybody… he just flipped it
off to the side. Was he supposed to gently lay it down on the ground? Anyway, I
remember discussing it with several folks the next day at our local coffee
shop. Most of us agreed, and granted, most of us are older citizens, that the
bat flip was a “so what”. … really, no big deal. The Texas Rangers, however,
shouted “DISRESPECT” from the rafters. The preponderance of sports media seemed
to feel the Rangers were just sore losers.
Fast forward, to Sunday, May 15th, 2016 - exactly 7 months and 1 day since the “bat flip”.
Toronto and Texas were playing again – in Texas – in the final game of a 3-game
set. The teams had split the first two games. In the top of the 8th
inning, of game #3, Jose Bautista was leading off. Matt Bush is the Texas
pitcher, and with his first pitch, he deliberately hit Bautista. Viewing the
pitch, there is no doubt that it was a “pay back” pitch for flipping his bat
back in October. Seven months and one day, is a long time to hold a grudge, in
my opinion.
Wanting to make sure he paid back the “pay back”,
Bautista, made an illegal slide going into 2nd base to break up a
double-play. This year, that kind of slide is an automatic out for Bautista,
and the batter.
Not satisfied with the automatic double play as proper
punishment for an illegal slide, the second baseman, Roughned Odor, decided to
“pay back” the pay back slide, that was used for paying back the pay back
pitch, so he sucker-punched Bautista with a jab that would make a heavyweight
fighter proud. Then all hell broke loose.
It was like little
kids being unable to play well together… but these aren’t little kids – they
are millionaire ball players. It’s a good thing they are paid based on their
ball playing prowess, because if they were paid based on their mental maturity,
they would get an annual salary of about $320 and change.
All of this came about because of the PERCEPTION that
someone “disrespected” someone else.
But there is hope…. at least for me.
I saw a short segment on the national news the other
night, about real respect, and I did some research to find out all about it.
Here’s what I found.
Between 4 and 5 million people visit the Viet Nam
Memorial in the National Mall each year. Many leave with the name of a loved
one etched on a piece of paper, but many folks also leave something behind. Often
it’s a childhood memento… a noted keepsake… things that meant something to the
deceased service man or woman, or their loved ones.
Each night a small cadre of National Park Service
employees gather up each item, using gloved hands, and lovingly place it, if
possible, in an evidence bag. Crime scene investigators would be proud. They take everything back to a warehouse
where all of it is catalogued, and filed, and permanently retained. Each note
is read; each memento is documented; each item preserved as best as possible.
“This has great value to the person who left it, and to their deceased loved
one,” said the Park Service Ranger, “so it has value to us as well.” How long
will you keep these things, asked the reporter. “Hopefully, until they turn to
dust”, was the reply.
That gave me a glimmer of hope. Hope, that perhaps
respect….R-E-S-P-E-C-T…. is making a
comeback
Post Script. – Trivia question - What is the largest item
ever left at the Viet Nam Memorial?
Answer - A Harley-Davidson motorcycle, with a license plate, “HERO”.
Answer - A Harley-Davidson motorcycle, with a license plate, “HERO”.
As I said, perhaps respect IS making a comeback.