Anatomy of a market crash

Hey, the World Baseball Classic is going on at AT&T Park!  No one gives a shit because the USA is out of it.  Americans!  We're so provincial.

(If you are one of the people who actually does care and is American, hats off to you.  I'm employing a rhetorical device called "hyperbole" when I say "no one gives a shit."  Obviously SOMEONE gives a shit.  Someone has to show up and operate the cameras and so forth.  And also there's you.)

Thanks to the Miracle of Twitter, we have this intel about what tickets prices were like a few months ago.

Good thing I took a screenshot in January of the ticket prices for the WBC finals.assets.sbnation.com/assets/2027783…
— Grant Brisbee (@mccoveychron) March 18, 2013

And here's the aforementioned screenshot:

According to the people responding to this tweet, this price represents a three-game strip of tickets.  Still, expensive!  Club Left Field, my usual haunt at AT&T, is about $83 a game, and that's before Ticketmaster fees of $7,500 to $95,500 per ticket.

The Championship Game is tonight!  It's Puerto Rico vs. Dominican Republic, which is essentially the same as any regular MLB game with 3 fewer white people.  Fancy a seat in Club Left Field?  Hop on over to StubHub and grab one for $29.50.  That's a lot less than $83!  And StubHub's service fees are a miniscule fraction of Ticketmaster's, let me assure you.

So what's the point of this whole thing?  Nothing, I guess.  Americans don't care about sporting events unless America's playing.  Something, whatever.