That scared the bajesus out of me! I was merrily looking up live baseball games on the schedule and clicking on some of them to record. Then, on one game, I get this notice that it is a pay-per-view program. It was the same channel that I had been recording previous games this week. It's a baseball channel.
Immediately, I was scared that an imperfection in Dish's programming might have had me recording games that were 'pay' games, charging me without my knowing. Remember, Pop already seemed to be upon his breaking point over the busted brake-light. After looking through the channels, trying to figure out what is going on, I don't think I have added to our debt. I believe that I should have gotten that same notice if I had clicked on any pay games. But, in truth, I am not wholly sure and won't be until Pop gets his next bill. If I hear him scream and wail in his office like a clubbed baby seal, then I know I am in trouble.
For the record, yeah, I got into watching baseball games this week. It started on Twitter. They often have a video feed off to the side of their page, and one night they were streaming a baseball game. I gave it a try and was hooked right away. I was going to wait a week or two before saying anything in order to see if this might be a quickly passing thing not worth mentioning.
I think this might be my answer to what to watch on TV over my meals. Movies are too unreliable. If I can be interested in sports again, then I shouldn't have to worry about suffering any dry spells, since sports are ubiquitous. In addition to baseball, I don't see why I cannot regain my interest in following football as well. I am less optimistic about basketball, but it might do in a pinch in between the football and baseball seasons.
As for movies, I feel less interested in watching actors emoting. Maybe poetry is more than enough for my emotional needs. It might be nice to step a foot into the sports world. Aside from the fact that sports are vastly popular, I find myself enjoying its apolitical nature, a pleasant respite from a world that seems to be more darkly turning everyday.
And music wasn't really doing it for me either, whether classical or Miley. It's early days, but maybe baseball & football is my answer for killing time in a more efficient way.
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The next morning...
I went to bed last night fairly free of worries. If I did fall for a pay-per-view trap, how much can a baseball game cost? There are hundreds of games, and it's July, mid-season. Maybe a dollar-ninety-nine, or at the most three-ninety-nine? Even my meager allowance can absorb that. I will just have to go a couple of weeks without getting a book or a deck of cards. Live and learn.
That easy calm got shattered this morning. I decided to take another look into the situation, feeling fairly confident that I was okay. I wanted to see how Dish responds when clicking onto pay shows. When I checked out one game, I read the whole notice with studied care, no longer feeling panicky as I was last night. Then the bottom fell out from under me: one game costs one-hundred-sixty-five dollars, not a dollar-sixty-five - almost two hundred fucking dollars!! I had watched three, maybe four games - maybe a thousand bucks worth if I was charged for it! I'd be dead.
I went to Dish's site to check out our account. This moved me to feats of memory and deduction. I doubt that Pop is even aware that he has an Internet account. But I got on. It doesn't look like I am down for any pay-per-view orders. But nothing short of absolute knowledge can clear my mind. Maybe, for instance, the Major League has a special side-deal with Dish. It's possible! Maybe it's not recorded on their Internet site. It's possible! I think I am okay, and this will be nothing but another case of hysteria, but I just cannot be sure of that.
My morning routine was shot down. I cannot concentrate on my books or my chess. I did some chores to help get me past this crisis. It's almost lunch time, and I think I might be re-normalizing, calming down. However, the bill doesn't come due for another few weeks, so this issue will be hovering over me like my own personal dark cloud.
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In the afternoon...
I googled up some info on the MLB channels and Dish to see what I can learn. The $165 price looks a lot like their charge for a season pass, to watch any or all games of the baseball season broadcasted on their station. That makes more sense. I don't even think millionaires would care to pay a couple of hundred dollars to watch a mid-season baseball game.
So, I am feeling better about the situation. I am pretty sure they did not charge me for a season pass, or else I would already have access to all the games. I will close on this note, though: if I had middle-class money, I would likely buy a pass. These games readily absorb my attention, making for great dinner-theater for me.
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A couple of days later...
As I had feared, I have given up my interest in watching the battles between pitchers and sluggers. It's more a matter of principle than anything. I could tune into a game right now and be readily absorbed and entertained by the action. Watching millionaire athletes just seems ... like just one of the most pointless of all the pointless ways I have of throwing away time. Maybe it would be different if I were a girl.