

Some things are recession proof; like, say, groceries. "Slumdog Millionaire" ticket sales. Michael Phelp's pot dealer.
Add to the list the New York Yankees, who shelled out hundreds of millions in the off-season to only ensure an unholy, merciless walloping upon the rest of the majors. Even men's fashion grail GQ took note: "As the world collapses, the New York Yankees unveil a billion-dollar stadium and $423.5 million in fresh talent. What are they smoking?"
Donald Trumpian salaries in recession-era athletics have become an increasingly noticeable topic in the sports lexicon; this morning, for example, Mike and Mike discussed whether or not athletes should more cautiously tap their piggy banks during tough times. I didn't listen to the debate, but I'll assume that fan sensitivity fuels such a debacle. To me, power-brokers - er, powerhouses - such as the Yankees are impervious to such debates because while the rest of the world's fiscal ankles break under the ever-weakening monetary crutch (i.e. the global economy), the greater demographic of Yankees fans - sans bleacher bums - are the Starbucks-sipping, Blackberry bearing, Wallstreet whizkids who flock Yankee Stadium's lower bowl. And while the Bronx certainly isn't the epitome of white collar, there's certainly enough upper Manhattan capital to parallel Steinbrenner and co's neo-Gatsby spending.
As far as dysfunctional dichotomies go, look no further than the Tigers. If there's any city that most likely misses the early 2000's dot com boom, it's Detroit; it's baseball team, however, looks more W.A.S.P. than U.A.W. In theory, it would seem audiences more enthusiastically follow a team with whose persona they can identify: the city gushes over the Pistons and Wed Rings, whom exemplify a certain grit common to any blue-collar metropolis such as the greater Detroit area. True, the Tigers turned down the heat during the hot stove weeks, but Magglio, Dontrelle, and Cabrera still reek of Washingtons. Not to mention that the power-pitching, big-bat philosophy hardly can match the scrappy style of the two aforementioned Detroit clubs.
Obviously, the Tigers won't be breaking any attendance records this year, and while this is in part due to lack of ticket affordability, it seems to also branch into consumer concern: that is, do the non-recession proof fans care to connect with a team that most likely houses bottomless wallets (not to be confused with Joel Zumaya's bottomless appetite- rumor has it that ol' Joel' showed up to camp twenty pounds overweight)? Perhaps foreclosed houses=foreclosed fans.