FanHouse BudSeligChristmasCarol

The Christmas season means it's time for Christmas Carols and Christmas stories. One of my personal favorites has always been Charles' Dickens A Christmas Carol. This is part three of Bud Selig's Christmas Carol. Click here to read Stave One and here to read Stave Two.

The specter floated towards Selig. As it approached, the air seemed to get colder and Selig felt as if what little joy he had in him was being sucked out. The ghost was shrouded in a deep black cloak that covered its head. The cloak was so black that the figure itself seemed nearly invisible in the darkness. As the tall figure approached Selig, Bud was filled with dread. In a stammering voice, he spoke: "Am I in the presence of the Ghost of World Series Yet to Come?"

The spirit did not speak. Instead, it simply pointed one bony finger at the ground. Selig felt compelled to keep speaking. "You're here to show me the shadows of World Series that haven't happened yet? Is that why you're here?" He thought he saw the phantom nod in agreement, but there was really no way to be certain in the darkness.

After the second ghost visited, Selig thought he would be prepared for the third, but this spirit terrified him. He told it so, but as it was wont to do, the ghost said nothing. Instead, it began to float, and Selig saw no choice but to follow it.

The Christmas season means it's time for Christmas Carols and Christmas stories. One of my personal favorites has always been Charles' Dickens A Christmas Carol. This is part two of Bud Selig's Christmas Carol. Click here to read Stave One.

Selig sat in his box, staring at the field.The clouds rolled in all around the field. "When the rain begins to fall." He could still hear the ghost's words. The game soon started, but Selig was paying it little mind. He kept looking at the sky, trying to pierce it with his eyes, as if perhaps that would stop the rain from coming. The game rolled on in front of him in a surreal fashion as Selig sat and thought and thought and thought it over and could make nothing of it. He tried not to think about it, and that made him think more. Schott's ghost bothered him exceedingly. Was it a dream? He had no idea. Suddenly, a small dot, like a pinhead, appeared on the window of his suite. A drop of rain had fallen. Selig swiveled in his chair to survey the room.

"A drop of rain," said Selig triumphantly, "And nothing more!"

Light instantly flooded the room. The door to the seating area of his suite was drawn open, I tell you, by a hand. Selig shot up from out of his chair and found himself face-to-face with a small child-like figure. Though the figure was certainly unearthly, he appeared to be a boy of no more than seven. He wore overalls with a baseball glove jammed into his back pocket. He carried a bat in his right hand, which he rested lazily on his shoulder.

The Christmas season means it's time for Christmas Carols and Christmas stories. One of my personal favorites has always been Charles' Dickens A Christmas Carol. Accordingly, this is part one of Bud Selig's Christmas Carol.

Marge Schott was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatsoever about that. The register of her burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Bud Selig signed it. And Selig's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he put his hand to.

Old Schottzie was dead as a doornail.

Selig and Schott were partners in collusion for I don't know how many years. They were the most tight-fisted owners in baseball, even attempting to withhold money from players on the disabled list. The day that Marge died, Selig went to the funeral a happy man because he'd made extra money on the league's TV deal.

The mention of Marge Schott's funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt that Marge Schott was dead. This must be distinctly understood. If we were not perfectly convinced that Nathan Petrelli ... wait a minute, that guy dies like twice a season. Heroes sucks. Forget I said that. Just know that Marge Schott was really, really dead, OK? OK.