Pink Hat Hatred: A Manifesto
- 08.03.09
- The Sports Chick, baseball, manifesto, pink hats
- 6 Comments
Once upon a time, UnPinkHats, hereafter referred to as UPH, went to a baseball game. We were pretty excited, given our avid following of the team in question. UPH arrived, took our seats, and settled in in time for batting practice, hotdog in hand and scorecard at the ready. Our jersey was crisply pressed, the Citgo sign was flashing, a certain right fielder came inexplicably out of the little door in the Green Monster, and all was right with the world.
The people with the seats next to us showed up.
There were two of them, and they came glued to late-twenties guys in well-worn team apparel. Teeny tiny tank tops and cutoffs were the order of the day. These girls proudly displayed the team logo on their brand-spanking-new, baby pink hats.
“So, who are we playing again?” asked girl #1. The game progressed, punctuated by a ton of giggles, a squeal or two about the attractiveness of the flowing-haired center fielder, and a debate as to which guy on the field was the shortstop, anyway. UPH began to experience a sinking feeling, but we figured it might be these girls’ first game, and we were excited for them.
Until we heard the fateful words. “Ohmigod, I’m like, the biggest Sox fan ever! I just love Derek Jeter!”
Now, don’t get us wrong. UPH loves sports-loving women. There should be more of us in the world. The problem is just that anyone who cares more about the second baseman’s sex life than his slugging percentage is less than likely to be the biggest Sox fan–or any team fan–ever.
There’s a place for the Pink Hat Girls–and enough rhinestone studded logo baby tees at every sporting event to keep their closets happy–but this blog ain’t it.
This is the voice of the rest of the sports chicks: the women who proudly bleed team colors and can spit stats with the best of them. Read. Comment. Enjoy.
Just leave your pink hat at the door.
Amen to that. Unfortunately, that story is all too common the last six years. And especially in the better seats. Ownership has whored the Red Sox brand out to people like this (think, “Sox Appeal”, and the manufacture and marketing of the apparel referenced above.)
And they’ve made a killing.
Don’t get me wrong, they have in the process done some good things, especially on the field. But no one should believe them for one second when they claim the Boston Red Sox are a “public trust”. To The Trio, they are first, second, third, and fourth a license to print money.
If they believed the club were a public trust, you wouldn’t see interviews with Roush NASCAR drivers DURING AT BATS on NESN. You wouldn’t see 6 different cap and uniform combinations worn on the field this season.
They pay lip service to tradition and the fan base that supported them through the lean years, but they couldn’t turn the Red Sox brand and traditions upside down fast enough to cash in.
Ouch! I bought my wife a pink Rice baseball cap…didn’t realize the implications.
Oh, THANK GOD!!!! Finally, women who know sports and not just fluff! I am SO glad I found you! Dark blue, worn-in Sox hat w/bleach specks all the way! No pink here!
As long as a portion of the profit from MLB’s hideous pink hats go to the Susan G. Komen For a Cure Foundation (I’m a proud survivor/supporter) like they’re supposed to, I’m all good with women and gay men buying and sporting pink caps.
Anyway, keep up the good work ladies! There’s a million things to love about women who talk sports!
You are a million percent right–lots of people in my family have survived breast cancer as well. UPH are proud pink ribbon wearers.
I don’t agree with you.
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