Thursday, October 23, 2008

A Place for Friends



My name is Smarty Barrett, and I have a MySpace.

It sounds so creepy to admit, and I don't even know why. I mean, the site attracts 230,000 new accounts a day. There's over 100 million MySpace-ers, worldwide, so I guess I'm not alone in admitting that I have an account. I guess it's all the stories about people getting in fights (or worse) over someone's blog, or creepy dudes trolling for underage pussy that make normal people like myself (well, relatively normal) want to distance themselves from the site itself. In actuality, it's not a bad place if you want to advertise your band, or check out some cool new videos, or pick up unsuspected 17-year olds network with people you haven't seen since high school.

However, with the new changes and improvements made to Facebook, I've been using MySpace less and less, and I find the same is true with my other friends. I probably log in once a day, just to see if I have any messages (yes, I do want to check out your webcam!) or comments, or check to see if anything new is going on with the various musicians and porn stars that I've friended. One of my first friends on "The Space" was a page called "SoxSpace," a page devoted entirely to the Boston Red Sox. How could I pass that up? Maybe you've never heard of my oldest and dearest MySpace friend, but the founder of SoxSpace is none other than Jared Carrabis, the Governor of Massachusetts Red Sox Nation. I'll pause while you all collect yourselves.

Let me just say, for the record, that I have the utmost respect for Mr. Carrabis. He has taken a simple page that I assume he just started for fun, and turned himself into quite the Red Sox celebrity. An icon, even. As the page gathered more and more fans, he expanded into game recaps, breaking news, blogs, and message boards. He even started branching off into other sites that non-MySpace users could access. Plus, he won the race for Red Sox Nation Governor of Massachusetts even without a camera which has a red-eye reduction feature.



Quite simply, the man is the balls. I read his stuff every once in a while, and it's a very simple, yet unique take on the Sox, and an intelligent break from the Boston Dirt Dogs of the world. I often agree with Carrabis, so when I logged into "The Space" about two weeks ago I was kind of taken aback by a bulletin that showed up in my feed from SoxSpace. The title of the post was "Rays Win 'Must Win' Game 2." Now I'm no mathemagician, but I find it hard to believe that Game 2 of the ALCS was a "must win" for the Rays. Maybe I was a little inspired by another blog I read, but I tended to think it was quite possible for the Rays to win four out of five games after losing the first two of the series. Crucial win? Maybe. Must win? No. So I left a comment on the article. All I said was, "not a must win, dude." Less than 12 hours later I received a response back in my inbox.

Now, this came as a huge shock to me. It also made me respect Mr. Carrabis even more. First, there were already about 1000 comments on the piece, so I was certain mine would get lost in the shuffle. Does he really take the time to read all of his comments? I mean, I read all our comments here, but that takes me a grand total of 45 seconds in any given day. Also, with all the crap he must have had to sift through to find my sentence fragment of a message must have been painful. How many comments do you think he gets that read like this: "Yah dude, A-Rod SWALLOWS! Go Sox!" or "OK here's what we do. We trade Tim Wakefield, Alex Cora, and Charlie Zink for Jake Peavy and a prospect. OK. And then, we flip the prospect, along with Coco Crisp and Kevin Cash (ya know, cuz we don't need him no more cuz we don't got Wakefield) and we get Albert Pujols. Why haven't we done this yet??" So needless to say, I was surprised. I opened the message to find that he took my disagreement quite personally, and pointed out that the "experts" on ESPN were all saying it was a "must-win" as well. Once I found out that I didn't agree with Steve Phillips and John Kruk, I decided it was too late to give up. I messaged back, and a huge debate ensued between yours truly and a high-ranking official in the Red Sox Nation administration. I'll spare you the details because I don't want this to be an attack piece or a smear piece against Mr. Carrabis at all. But suffice it to say, it got ugly. There was some serious disagreement, nitpicking, name calling, petty cheap shots, and, of course, sarcasm. About 7 or 8 messages later, I finally decided to quit. I still respect the work of SoxSpace, but for now, I think I'm just going to use MySpace for it's intended purpose - picking up 17-year old hotties.

4 comments:

Sh!tShow said...

Myspace? That is SO last year.

Does anyone else think that if they were between the ages of 15 and 18 when the whole "internet networking page" thing blew up that they would have done irreparable damage to their social lives? Cause I know I would have.

Rocco said...

I'll second that sh!tshow. I'll also add in cell phones and more specifically text messaging.

Dubs said...

I would strongly argue that facebook and text messaging have been a major factor in like half of my sexual exploits/public humiliations...the other half, obviously, alcohol.

Well, add alcohol to the first part too. You know what? Alcohol has been a major factor in all my sexual exploits/publiuc humiliations. That and my passion for Gilmore Girls

The A-Train said...

MySpace for it's intended purpose - picking up 17-year old hotties.

ohhhh, so that's how you guys found FMRA. Huh, I figured it was after one of you 'accidentally' opened the wrong bathroom door.