So I didn't mind that a very sensitive Macintosh user took exception to that comment, even if he did miss the point of the column. I must confess that I'm a little baffled by the fierce loyalty of Macintosh users. It's not just Mackers, of course. I don't get it. My loyalty to anything or anybody to whom I'm paying money for goods provided or services rendered is only as deep as my feeling that I'm getting my money's worth.
Companies pay a lot of money to wealthy publishers and broadcasters to buy advertising space.
If Ford wants me to portray Calvin relieving himself on a Chevy logo, its executives can pay me to do it. Going Where He Shouldn't Anyway, here was this Macker, who admitted to me that he'd prefer to pay more for his Macintosh than save money by knowing how to upgrade a PC clone, and I'm enjoying his commentary, when all of a sudden he takes a poke at baseball. Well, I guess I asked for it. I mean, the metaphor I used in that column was baseball score sheets, and how I prefer to print my own rather than buy a score sheet as part of a package of stuff I don't want. So my correspondent, unsated by his profane defense of the Macintosh, launched his own direct assault, with even more profanity, on the wonderful pastime of baseball.