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Million Dollar Sandlot

in down is the new up, glhf

This (and this) is why we can’t have nice things.

Esports wants, and thinks it deserves, an ever-expanding audience, more resources, more money; and maybe above all, thinks it deserves more respect than it gets. For the most part, I agree. There’s lots to love, enjoy, and respect about esports.

But damnit, it goes both ways. A scene that still operates like an ad-hoc neighborhood sandlot shindig when it comes to team formation doesn’t warrant respect, serious consideration, or million dollar tournaments.

There’s always internal politics in team sports. It’s the same at all levels, from recreational leagues to the topmost professional divisions. But even in recreational leagues, I can’t be wantonly thrown off a team for poor performance by the other players, at least not until the end of a season when everyone can just reform without me if I’m that bad.

That there isn’t even the possibility of such a thing happening at the professional level is just one of the positive side effects of having an ownership cartel. Can you imagine ‘pro’ baseball teams just popping in and out of existence, ruled via mob, forcing players out for a single poor performance? What kind of clusterfuck would that look to be?

And yet, this is perfectly acceptable here in esports, where there’s no script and the points don’t matter.

The event isn’t even over – it isn’t even over – and these kids are huddled around a laptop camera in their hotel room, presumably where their former fourth was staying (was still staying?) as well, like rebel lieutenants who just staged a successful coup.

So much for all the lofty platitudes about cohesion and teamwork and working hard in this video, huh?

This particular portion of the scene has always had a chip on it’s shoulder about not being taken seriously.

Well…should we?