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“I don’t understand (blackouts) myself, I get blacked out from some games. Right now,I don’t know what to do about it. We’ll figure it out. I hear more about people who can’t get the games, and, yes, I’ve already told our people we have to do something about it.”
Major League Baseball, which saw Jackie Robinson break the color barrier in 1947, Tuesday will announce incremental progress in another civil rights issue. The new collective bargaining agreement adds “sexual orientation” to its section on discrimination, a person with direct knowledge of the agreement told the Daily News.
Article XV, Section A of the MLB’s expiring Basic Agreement, in effect from 2006-2011, states: “The provisions of this Agreement shall be applied to all Players covered by this Agreement without regard to race, color, religion or national origin.”
In the new agreement, which will be made public Tuesday afternoon, the words “sexual orientation” will be added to the equivalent section.
This decision follows that National Football League, which did the same in their CBA this year. Baseball officials familiar with the process describe the mention of “sexual orientation” as not necessarily related to the NFL, and as a provision readily agreed upon by both union and league negotiators.
The change in wording comes at the end of a significant year for gay rights issues. The military abolished its “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, and same-sex marriage became legal in New York state. In baseball, several teams filmed an “It Gets Better Video,” an anti-bullying effort aimed at lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender youth.”
The following is not mathematically rigorous, since the events of yesterday evening were contingent upon one another in various ways. But just for fun, let’s put all of them together in sequence:
— The Red Sox had just a 0.3 percent chance of failing to make the playoffs on Sept. 3.
— The Rays had just a 0.3 percent chance of coming back after trailing 7-0 with two innings to play.
— The Red Sox had only about a 2 percent chance of losing their game against Baltimore, when the Orioles were down to their last strike.
— The Rays had about a 2 percent chance of winning in the bottom of the 9th, with Johnson also down to his last strike.
Multiply those four probabilities together, and you get a combined probability of about one chance in 278 million of all these events coming together in quite this way.
When confronted with numbers like these, you have to start to ask a few questions, statistical and existential.”
At some point you have to admire Bud Selig. No, really. You do. Because after all these years, with the world still telling him he’s wrong about the way he runs his All-Star Game and without a shred of compelling evidence in his defense, Selig just sits there and takes it. Doesn’t care how stupid he looks.
It’s impressive, really.
That kind of self-confidence, delusional as it may be, is remarkable. We should all go through life as tunnel-visioned as Selig, not hearing anything being said or reading anything being written about us. He’s kind of like the religious zealots that walk through my neighborhood, knocking on doors, waving their literature and having our doors slammed in their faces.
Still they come back. Why? Because they’re convinced they’re right, and there is peace in such conviction. The rest of the world thinks they’re spooky and possibly insane — but here they come again, walking up my driveway.