At the age of 63 and a half, I'm still somewhat amazed at how tone-deaf, or dumb, brands can be.
I've pasted just one example below.
Maybe it angers me because for so many years baseball was sacrosanct to me. And the All-Star Game most holy of all. It was a gathering of the baseball gods on Olympus. A place of dreams and brilliance, of combat and conflict.
Baseball, in more naive times, belonged to us.
Just like the Opera did.
Or a rock concert.
Or an art exhibit.
Sure, shows on TV were always "sponsored by..." but somehow this email subject line below goes behind that humble claim.