Looks like Slipknot will have to find another corporate partner for their next tour, if the following press release culled from Maury Brown’s Biz of Baseball is to be trusted :
Major League Baseball Properties (MLBP) and its MLB Authentic Collection announced today that the music marketing program œAccess To The Show are returning to Linkin Park™s Projekt Revolution Tour for all 23 dates kicking off on Wednesday, July 16 at the Tweeter Center in Mansfield, MA and running through the end of August.
MLBP will be the sole professional sports league sponsor of this summer™s Projekt Revolution Tour and will receive exclusive branding rights for the MLB Authentic Collection in tour advertising and marketing materials as well as Second Stage sponsorship, bringing together music and baseball in a festival environment. The sponsorship gives MLBP access to Linkin Park and other Projekt Revolution bands for participation in a wide array of activities, including interacting with fans at the MLB Road Show batting cages. The MLB Authentic Collection will also be featured in a national retail relationship with Champs Sports, the official retail destination for œAccess to the Show through its 600 US-based stores.
“We’re psyched to team up once again with our friends at Major League Baseball,” says Linkin Park vocalist Chester Bennington. “We want the tour to be more than just a series of concerts, and having MLB involved adds another level of excitement to the Projekt Revolution experience.”
Cynics amongst you will chock this up as a case of Dumb meets Dumber, but I prefer to look at the pairing as somewhat analogous to MLB’s work in Compton. If big league baseball can do outreach work in the black community, surely they should be allowed to make overtures to America’s goateed? At present, dudes in backwards caps make up less than 15% of baseball’s fan base, a figure which must send a chill down the spine of Commisioner Durst Selig.
How come I cannot find word one on here about the Wimbledon gentlemen’s final, Gerard? OK, so the match took longer than a National League double-header and had more rain delays than a sleepover party for four year olds. (Am I straining?)
NBC, looking to fill out the “personal angle” on the players, and to kill the dead time while both players fixed their headbands, frequently cut to shots of the player’s boxes. Many closeups of Federer’s pig-snouted girlfriend, whom he’s been with loyally for many years — much to the delight of Mrs. Qualls, who admires loyalty mostly because she can’t get it at home — even though he could obviously upgrade to Anna Wintour, if not higher (a woman with breasts and a female figure, for instance).
But wait! Who is that sitting next to Pig Snout? Every time the director cuts to her, I get another little glimpse of him. Dude’s got a white belt, a camo jacket, a widow’s peak. Holy grunge, I know that guy: It’s ex-Bush singer Gavin Rossdale. NBC got a 12 share on this broadcast — Rossdale hasn’t had this much TV time since the “Machinehead” video.
“Gwen honey, did you hear that? I got a 12 share! Gwen? Gwen?!?!”
fuck, the least you could do was post this on another blog so I could cut and paste it.
I watched a good bit of yesterday’s Greatest Wimbledon Final Ever while on a JetBlue flight between NYC and Austin. I’m gonna have to take your (and everyone else’s) word about the mind blowing awesomeness of the match because I kept flipping to the Cubs/Cards game on TNT.
Well, that and the L&O SVU marathon. Man, that Ice-T has aged like fine wine.