I’ve got a pretty decent history with the Hartford Yard Goats. I’ve been meaning to write down the full saga for a while. When I saw Sheehan’s blog about the stadium I figured it’s time I do. I’ll let you know now that it’s maybe the stupidest story ever and while reading it you will find out how deep my boredom and craziness can go.
It stars when the New Britain Rock Cats announce that they are moving to Hartford and their new name will be the Yard Goats.
My buddy, who also suffers from the power of impulse snatched up the twitter account @yardgoats. Someone else had already made it and was shopping it around. He bought it for cheap and then emailed the Yard Goats offering it to them. He hoped to get free tickets or some shit out of it.
They replied to his email “We’re all set; Thank you for asking though.”
At that point, he had this handle. The name Yard Goats was going viral. Another friend and I told him to give us the log in so we could tweet from it. He did. And we did. For about a month we had a lot of fun tweeting ridiculous baseball tweets as if we were the Hartford Yard Goats account.
After a little bit, the dude at Yard Goats emailed my friend back.
After this, we went full swing. We kept tweeting out ridiculous shit. We bought fake followers so our account had ten times the amount of followers that the official account had. We had local sports reporters, news anchors and other Connecticut people following and retweeting us. People liked us.
This was bad news for the actual Yard Goats guy. He had to spend all his time letting people know that his account was actually the real account.
We kept tweeting things that weren’t the greatest look for a professional organization.
One of us is a graphic designer so we made fake team vans. Fake magazine covers and the works. I would make dumb videos like this.
AND ONTOP OF THAT, just to fuck with this guy some more. I started sending him fake emails from ‘fans’ that were upset with the team’s twitter page.
That’s a pretty good look into how dumb I am. I was sending out tweets on one end. On the other end I was sending in emails complaining about the tweets. Yikes, Jimmy, you’re crazy.
We also sent an edible arrangement to his office. From the team at @yardgoats. We meant it as a passive aggressive dick move but he took it as a gracious heartwarming peace message. His response was…
He wanted to meet with us. It wasn’t ‘a trick or a ploy’ event though my simply saying that made it very much seem like a trick or a ploy.
To sum it up. He and my buddy had a meeting scheduled. We all talked about what we wanted to come from this. Our final request was 1. to throw the opening pitch at a game and 2. some merch.
My buddies flight to Hartford got canceled. He spent an extra 300 to fly to New Haven from Philadelphia and rent a car to drive to the meeting. As he was driving there twitter suspended our account and the guy canceled the meeting. End of saga.
And that’s the story of when my friends and I held a minor league team twitter hostage.
In the end…