Whatever you do, don't watch the game


Whatever you do, don't watch the game

By Adam Hart

Twitter is a dangfangled thingamabob in the eyes of some, easier to bash than understand. But I'll go on record as saying it's the best invention of my young career.

How'd I find out about the Osama bin Laden death press conference in the late hours of May 1? Twitter.

How'd I find out about Brandon Meriweather's misunderstood in-game salute? Twitter.

How'd 367 people find out what I had for lunch Tuesday? Twitter.

The service has its drawbacks, but on the whole has changed a lot of daily life for the better. Like how I pass time waiting for an oil change. Or what I read instead of the morning paper. But what I hoped it would never change -- how fans watch baseball games -- has.

Corporations stoop to low levels for social media interaction, and the Boston Red Sox are no different. Take Tuesday's game for example:

The tweetyourseat promotion typically asks followers to reply with their seat location for a chance of being delivered a prize pack. But asking participants to leave their seats in the middle of the game for swag? No doubt it caused a headache for fans -- already sick of constant concessions trips -- sharing a row with those racing to Yawkey Way. It's a further step toward turning Fenway Park into the greenest big top in town.

Baseball game? What baseball game?

In truth, the @RedSox intentions were likely harmless. Really, is it any different than announcing Wally's location for antsy kids? No. But it's the only time I've thought of Twitter as a dangfangled thingamabob.