A quick note before I relate this latest misadventure of the star-crossed Macondo franchise: I will no longer waste my time trying to upload images to this lame, primitive site only to be greeted by a message that the file type is unsupported. This used to be pretty easy but now it’s downright Sisyphian. Even some jpegs won’t “take.” To hell with it. Until WordPress gives us the capacity simply to copy the images themselves and upload them – a steam driven expansion of its antediluvian capabilities – from now on, you’ll all have to use your imaginations.
Anyway: the owner of the AAA Feesh afeeliate formerly known as the New Orleans Zephyrs, for incomprehensible reasons changed the team’s name to the Baby Cakes a few years ago. I have no idea what the owner, Lou Schwechheimer, thought this embarrassingly stupid name change would achieve. Now, he’s moved the team to, of all the available prairiebilly armpits, Wichita, where they’ll be playing to the heartland cracker audience as – are you ready for this? – the Wichita Wind Surge.
Ugh. What a cumbersome, awful name…but then I suppose anyone who could come up with an atrocity like “Baby Cakes” could just as easily expectorate this clunker. Anyway, the logo is a black winged horse with red eyes threaded through a big, distinctly non-aerodynamic “W,” which the team’s PR release described as Pegasus with a misguided description of the mythic creature that would have made Edith Hamilton and Joseph Campbell fight over the toilet so each could be the first to barf. Of course the actual Pegasus was always depicted as a white horse, throughout medieval and renaissance painting, but here he’s black with red glowing eyes like one of the horses from Hell in the song “Ghost Riders in the Sky.”
Well, I’m grateful for one thing, at least – that my father and mother got to name me instead of Lou Schwechheimer and his tone deaf marketing department. My condolences, meanwhile, to the MiLB lifers who just got shunted from the magical Big Easy to a city whose old timers are just now dying off and taking their memories of the dust bowl with them.