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.