The Seattle Mariners as a media corporation

I had to write an essay on a media corporation for my media economics class at the University of Oregon. Because I like sports (and I don't care who knows), I decided to do my research on the Seattle Mariners and how the organization functions as a media corporation. The ensuing essay is identical to what I turned in for the class, but I thought it would be an interesting item to share. (Also, I want to brag because I got an A on the paper.)

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The Seattle Mariners as a media corporation

“Take me out to the ball game, take me out with the crowd; buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don’t care if I never get back. Let me root, root, root for the media corporation, if they don’t make bank it’s a shame. For it’s one, two, three mil’ per week, at the old ball game.”

Major League Baseball’s Seattle Mariners appears to be an entertainment company at first glance. For much of baseball’s initial existence, the only revenue teams had was from gate receipts, while radio and television revenues came later. The Mariners are owned by Nintendo of America, one of the country’s three notable video game console companies [1]. Now, the Mariners make almost exactly as much money through their local broadcasting contracts alone as they do through their regular season ticket sales, according to 2008 financial documents leaked on the Internet in August 2010 [2]. When national broadcasting contracts, international broadcasting contracts, advertising, sponsorships and merchandising are added into the equation, the Mariners took in $118,812,000 in media revenue alone for the 2008 season [2]. The tens of millions of dollars the Seattle Mariners take in from broadcasting makes the team a legitimate media corporation.

The Mariners are the second Major League Baseball team to call Seattle home. The Seattle Pilots were in the city in 1969, but a terrible baseball stadium and lack of revenue drove the team’s owners to sell to Milwaukee, Wisc., businessman Bud Selig, who moved the team to his hometown [3]. When the Pilots left Seattle just days before the 1970 season, the city sued the American League for breach of contract. The suit lasted until 1976, before the city was granted the rights to a new expansion team, which became the Mariners.

The Mariners were purchased on July 1, 1992, by the Baseball Club of Seattle, a limited partnership led by Nintendo of America chairman Hiroshi Yamauchi, who held a 54 percent ownership stake in the club [1]. Yamauchi sold his interest in the club to Nintendo of America in 2004 for the same amount of money he had initially purchased his stake in the team with: $67 million [4]. However, Yamauchi, who purchased the Mariners to keep the team in Seattle amid then-current ownership’s threats of moving the team to Tampa Bay, never visited the city or attended any Mariners games during his 13-year tenure as owner. He was not allowed to take the position as chairman of the board of directors for the team because he was not an American citizen [1, 5]. Instead, former Nintendo of America chairman and chief executive officer Howard Lincoln is the CEO and chair of the team's board of directors, which has not changed since the current ownership took power [6, 7, 8]. The Mariners are one of three teams to be corporately owned. The Toronto Blue Jays are owned by Rogers Communications, and the Atlanta Braves are owned by Liberty Media [9].

In terms of broadcasting the baseball games and programming, there is a two-tiered system for how the money from broadcasting rights works in Major League Baseball. The revenue from the league's national contracts with Fox, ESPN and TBS are divvied up equally between all 30 teams, as well as the league's international broadcasting rights [2]. The revenue from MLB ventures such as MLB.com and league-wide revenue sharing are also distributed from the league equally to all teams. The Mariners took in a net $28,132,000 in national and international revenues in 2008, and took in $2 million from MLB Advanced Media, which administers digital content for the league, including the MLB.com website [2].

The league's national television contracts give it hundreds of millions of dollars annually. The main contract, with Fox, gives the league $257 million per year in exchange for a weekly Saturday game, the All-Star Game, one of the two league championship series and the World Series [10]. TBS pays $145 million per year for a weekly Sunday afternoon game and for the four division series and the league championship series not taken by Fox. ESPN pays $296 million per year for the rights to an exclusive Sunday night game, a Wednesday night game, the Home Run Derby and replay rights for its Baseball Tonight highlight show.

However, local and regional radio and television contracts are up to individual teams to negotiate. The Mariners produce all of their broadcasts in-house, and all on-air personalities are employees of the club, including Hall of Fame announcer Dave Niehaus, who was the last original employee of the team when he died November 10 [11, 12]. The team has a television contract with FSN Northwest, negotiated in 2007, that pays the team $500 million over 12 years [13]. The Mariners' radio contract with KIRO-AM in Seattle runs from 2009 to 2011 and pays $5.5 million per year [14]. Its former contract with KOMO-AM of Seattle was a six-year deal worth $10 million per year.

The Mariners are in a slightly smaller-than-average media market compared to their 29 competitors, but the team often punches above its weight in terms of media contracts [15]. The Mariners' broadcasting deal with FSN is comparable to that of the Los Angeles Dodgers, and the Dodgers play in the second-largest media market in the United States [13]. However, other teams have even larger contracts than the Mariners do. For instance, the Texas Rangers' contract with FSN Southwest averages approximately $80 million per year and runs until 2035 [16]. Another thing the Mariners do not capitalize on is running their own channel. The parent companies of the New York Yankees, Boston Red Sox and Baltimore Orioles each own or partially own the channels on which they are broadcast. These channels are ungoverned by the rules regarding revenue sharing for the league because they are technically owned by a separate party. This ownership structure gives a significant revenue boost to the teams with their own channels [17]. The Mariners also miss an opportunity in integrating most of its minor-league teams, instead making player development contracts with its domestic minor-league affiliates [18]. In comparison, the Atlanta Braves own all but one of the franchise's minor-league affiliates.

Despite being its own independent business, the Seattle Mariners participate within the economic framework of Major League Baseball. Baseball was ruled not to be interstate commerce by the United States in 1922, exempting the American and National leagues, which had operated in concert under the National Commission, from the Sherman Antitrust Act [19, 20]. The antitrust exemption was ruled to be in Congress's hands, and the exemption was written into law for commercial acts in the Curt Flood Act of 1998. (The Flood Act did, however, force Major League Baseball to surrender its antitrust exemption in regards to labor grievances.) The ruling gives MLB the authority to make national media contracts without the interference of the federal government. All four of the major professional sports leagues in the United States (MLB, the National Football League, the National Basketball Association and the National Hockey League) are allowed to have their own national media contracts, and the NFL operates exclusively in this manner, with no teams controlling their broadcast rights at all [19]. The antitrust exemption allows MLB to control where teams move and when teams are added to the league or removed from it [20]. It also allows for major league teams to hold minor league players' rights in a manner otherwise untenable in a more free market [21]. Without the antitrust exemption, the system of minor-league affiliates would not be possible because teams would not be able to hold prospects' rights over a long period of time.

Labor-related issues such as bargaining with the Major League Baseball Players' Association and the umpires' union are undertaken by the league as a whole instead of on a team-by-team basis. As such, individual teams, such as the Seattle Mariners, have little influence on labor relations. However, the league and the unions have had contentious relationships for a long time. The players' union has organized five different strikes after the league's first collective bargaining agreement was made in 1970, and the owners have had three lockouts [22]. The most notable of these strikes was the 1994-95 strike that wiped out the World Series for the first time since 1904.

Major League Baseball has also had issues with the umpires' unions. In 1999, the Major League Umpires Association attempted a mass resignation to force MLB to the bargaining table over pension benefits, but failed when the league accepted 22 of the 54 tendered resignations [23]. This fractured the MLUA and eventually led to the formation of the World Umpires Association. The league has been relatively untroubled by labor disputes since this incident more than 10 years ago.

The Mariners suffer from Major League Baseball's policy of equal distribution for international revenues. Although the Mariners are owned by Nintendo of America and their star player, Ichiro Suzuki, is from Japan, the internationalization of the team as a business is held in check by Major League Baseball’s policy of distributing international broadcasting contracts to the entire league instead of to individual teams [24]. All international broadcasting is handled by Major League Baseball International, a subsidiary of Major League Baseball [25]. MLB's vested interest in Japan is evident in that 60 percent of the league's non-American revenue comes from the island nation. The team's only direct impact from its strong international appeal is through merchandising and increased Japanese tourism to Seattle, which has one of the highest populations of Asian-Americans in the United States.

For a business seemingly structured as an entertainment company marketing America's national pastime, the media arm of the Seattle Mariners is a significant part of the profitability of the team. Between its own individual contracts and the contracts managed by Major League Baseball, the team brings in tens of millions of dollars in media revenue per year, offsetting the costs of paying a team to play on the field. The Mariners, and sports teams in general, should be considered media corporations above all else because of the amount of money they take in from the dissemination of their games.

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Feats of Strength

I'm not the strongest person on the face of the planet. By that, I mean the spindly little things coming out of my shoulders are for show, more or less. So, when I can lift something, I figure it's a pretty light and mobile object.

I was wrong. So very, very wrong.

So, my beloved house, HQ, has been continuously inhabited for nearly 10 years, passed from college student to college student as old friends graduate and new ones move in. The furniture, dishes and appliances within it have remained, even as the house's residents have changed. As such, a rather eclectic assortment of items has accumulated here. There are two recliners; there were four couches; there are no functional chairs for the dining room table.

Given that there are only three residents of HQ (myself, Francisco and Hyperbole), having four couches is somewhat unnecessary. So, when Katflandu mentioned at the office that she was in need of a couch, I figured it wouldn't hurt to give one of the couches away. I asked the roommates, they consented, and the move was on.

Katflandu brought the "Mommy Missile," her mom's minivan, and Francisco and I attempted to move the couch out of the house and into the vehicle.

Into the vehicle was idealistic thinking at that point. The trick was getting the couch out of the living room/garage and into the rest of the house proper.

Oh, what a challenge it proved to be.

Before Katflandu arrived, I took the cushions off the couch and moved it as far away from the wall as I could by myself , so that when she got to HQ, we could all expedite the couch-moving process. Once the couch was bared and prepared, and the van/Katflandu combination arrived, Francisco and I initiated the couch-moving process.

It was always going to be a tight fit getting it through the door between the living room and the rest of the house, and it proved challenging for Francisco, who isn't the most physically talented person I know. (Katflandu is short and female, so I was going to try and make it so she didn't have to help move the couch. Plus, I was doing her a favor, so I didn't really think it was all that cool for her to have to help.)

To summarize the previous paragraph and place it into the context of the lead: If I'm the strongest person moving anything heavy, the entire operation is in deep trouble.

As Francisco and I angled the couch toward the door, tragedy struck. Francisco's MacBook, which he was too callous to name, ended up pinched between the couch we were moving and the couch he was sitting on before Katflandu arrived.

"Crunch."

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!"

It turned out that his computer ended up with only the upper left half diagonal of the screen working. Whoops. That was partially my fault, as I was the one closest to the end of the offending couch leg.

(Francisco, I would like to reiterate how sorry I am for this. I really, really am. Dude, it really sucks. But as you said later, it gives you a good opportunity to test out the iPad and netbook combination you contemplated getting.)

This was just the beginning of an exercise in futility.

After taking a few minutes to finally align the couch with the interior door, Francisco and I had to rotate the couch to get it through. That proved to be difficult, but not an insurmountable task, especially once the hide-a-bed mattress decided to try and fall out halfway through the door, throwing our balance out of whack and ending up with the couch on the door frame.

Thankfully, we were able to go straight through the front door, as its wider mouth was more forgiving.

However, Francisco was having issues with getting his "sausage fingers" (his quotes, not mine) underneath the couch to be able to move it effectively. This was exacerbated when we moved outside and tried to get the couch into the Mommy Missile, which was awaiting us in the alley. It was a three-steps-and-set-it-back-down process for until we got it to the downhill slope before the alley.

Of course, the former neighbors left a beanbag chair in our path on their way out the door - a detail I overlooked in my adrenalin-infused couch-moving rage. And then I stumbled into it and almost killed myself and Francisco as we finally got within reach of the Mommy Missile.

But hey, we got the couch into the back of the van. The battle is mostly complete. All we have left is to get the couch into Katflandu's new apartment. It can't be that hard, right?

In passing, I said to Katflandu, "You don't live on the second floor, do you?" She said she did.

So, the answer of the previous rhetorical question was: WRONG. It was in fact going to be "that hard."

So, we ride over to Katflandu's apartment, with me only breaking a couple of laws by sitting next to the couch in the back of the van. (Obviously, to get a couch into a van, the rear seats have to be removed. This becomes problematic when it takes three people to move said couch. Oh well.)

Once we got to the apartment, we encountered the narrow stairs. Just wide enough to get the couch between the rails, but not wide enough to turn it around either of the two corners. This was doable.

I went up the stairs back-first, figuring it was easier for me to go up the stairs than it was for Francisco, and also thinking it would be easier to guide the couch around the corner at the landing.

We got the couch right up to the landing, but Francisco had run out of energy at this point, through no fault of his own. In his defense, I kind of sprung this whole incident on him, and here he was, sweating and breaking himself after he watched the screen of his computer get smashed. He's a trooper.

At one point, I uttered in frustration, "I love every little inept bit of you, Francisco." I stand by the statement.

So, we rotate and I go to the bottom of the couch and force it around the corner as Francisco and Katflandu both take hold of the top part and guide it.

We make it around the corner. Success. But there's still more to go. One more corner at the top of the stairs, a little bit wider, but still an adventure.

After a little bit of struggling, we just decide to disregard any standard moving conventions and just flip the couch end over end to get it to the top. Once we get it to the top, victory was finally in sight. The sliding glass door was agape, waiting to receive its soon-to-be house(inani)mate. Apart from almost knocking down the drainpipe for the apartment complex's gutters, we finally finagled the couch into its final resting place. As a triumphant sign of conquering, I replaced the cushions on the couch and left the apartment.

So, I don't think there's money in the furniture-moving business for Francisco or myself.

Sometimes, It's All About Destiny

Have you ever had a (retrospective) realization that you were destined to be the person you are well before you became that person?

Apparently, I have a gift for wordplay, and have from day one.

As my mother and I were sitting outside tonight, enjoying the 70-degree, smoke-filled atmosphere that was Central Oregon, we took to a conversation about damn near everything. We discussed the world, the weather and my childhood, the latter of which concerns this post.

She mentioned how, when I was still a toddler, the whole family was watching a PBS documentary on a bird rehabilitation center in Florida. The center took care of egrets and other aviary creatures that were wounded and nursed them back to health.

Apparently, birds that were hurt but still able to fly to the place started to come there after a couple years of operation, in addition to the birds the center picked up in other ways. My mom incredulously asked my dad how the birds knew to go to this place.

Three-year-old me's answer?

"Bird of mouth."

Making the Mouse out of Life

(To the none of you who follow my blog religiously, I apologize for this being my first post in forever. But look up -- witty blog title!)

So, I finally came home for the summer yesterday, and I'm staying with my mother. Usually, when I come home, my cat lets me pet her for about 30 seconds before she hisses at me, scratches me and generally forgets that if it weren't for me, my mom would have never gotten her in the first place.

Last night, that wasn't the case. I was sitting on my computer, catching up on the half-day's worth of news I had missed while driving over Santiam Pass, and I'll be damned if my cat wasn't sleeping right next to me the entire time. She actually remembered to love me this time! I was so stoked.

Apparently, she really loves me.

I was getting ready to go to Subway with my mother for lunch today, and I took a shower and got dressed. I put on my shoes, and my right one felt as if there was something stuck in it, like a sock or something. So, I walked across the house from my old room to my mom's room and sat down on her bed while she was using the computer and untied my shoe.

I took it off my foot, looked inside and uttered, "Holy f***ing s**t!"

My cat really loves me.

There was a mouse in my shoe. Not a dead, decapitated one she killed and left me to snack on. A live one. She kept it there and allowed me the pleasure of getting to kill it myself.

Much to the cat's chagrin, I* instead took the mouse outside and let it go. But at least the cat doesn't know yet. I hate having to say no to gifts and/or free food.

*Disclaimer: By "I," I really mean "My wonderful, fantastic, loving mother."

Spaghetti Bridge FTW