Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Cellphone Static
The Boston Globe quotes a number of fans who'd like to see cellphones banned from Fenway. They're especially irked by the antics of idiots who sit in seats visible in the background of game action, then pull out their cellphones and yap away while waving frantically to the people they're talking to. The Red Sox' TV producer doesn't like them either.
"From a TV producer's standpoint, they are distracting. They're impressing their 12 friends at home and themselves at the expense of a vast network audience."
The Globe also talks to two of the exhibitionists. One 23-year-old wasn't the least bit apologetic:
"We live in a cellphone age that only communicates by that method. This isn't 1918. Luckily we're in the best seats we could possibly be in, and we're going to tell everybody we can. We're going to communicate the happiness we feel.
"If they don't like it, tough. Times change, lives change, the curse is going to change."
If she'll let me know when and where she's getting married, I'll gladly drive up for the occasion, sit in the back of the church, whip out a cellphone and spend 15 minutes critiquing the wedding party's attire and discussing phantom aged relatives' surgeries and digestive disorders. Hey, I have as much right to self-expression as she does...
There may be a solution to the Age of Cell Phone Assholedom. Ban cellphones from all but one area of the stadium -- an area that gets a lot of foul balls and isn't screened. Make everyone sitting there sign ironclad waivers of liability. Wait.
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The Boston Globe quotes a number of fans who'd like to see cellphones banned from Fenway. They're especially irked by the antics of idiots who sit in seats visible in the background of game action, then pull out their cellphones and yap away while waving frantically to the people they're talking to. The Red Sox' TV producer doesn't like them either.
"From a TV producer's standpoint, they are distracting. They're impressing their 12 friends at home and themselves at the expense of a vast network audience."
The Globe also talks to two of the exhibitionists. One 23-year-old wasn't the least bit apologetic:
"We live in a cellphone age that only communicates by that method. This isn't 1918. Luckily we're in the best seats we could possibly be in, and we're going to tell everybody we can. We're going to communicate the happiness we feel.
"If they don't like it, tough. Times change, lives change, the curse is going to change."
If she'll let me know when and where she's getting married, I'll gladly drive up for the occasion, sit in the back of the church, whip out a cellphone and spend 15 minutes critiquing the wedding party's attire and discussing phantom aged relatives' surgeries and digestive disorders. Hey, I have as much right to self-expression as she does...
There may be a solution to the Age of Cell Phone Assholedom. Ban cellphones from all but one area of the stadium -- an area that gets a lot of foul balls and isn't screened. Make everyone sitting there sign ironclad waivers of liability. Wait.
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