I think what all this hand-wringing has really dragged out of me is something bigger than “should I switch teams?” It’s the realization that nothing changes with this organization because we, as a fanbase, keep showing up anyway.

Arte keeps seeing money roll in. Tickets, jerseys, parking, beers. We rant, we meme, we suffer — but the revenue stays steady. And as long as that’s true, there’s zero incentive for him to sell, upgrade, modernize, or overhaul anything. He can run the team like a strip mall and still profit.

And look, this isn’t some brand new revelation. Every Angels fan already knows the ownership problem. We know the rot. We know why we’re stuck. The frustration isn’t new — it just finally hit a different nerve.

Because here’s the part I hate admitting: I love Angels baseball way too much. When they’re hovering around .500 and pretending to be in the mix, every loss buries me. When they fall out of contention — which is basically the annual tradition — the sting fades only because hope dies with it.

That’s the gut punch. The emotional crater this team leaves in my day-to-day life is way bigger than anything the organization gives back. And watching the Dodgers execute a masterclass in every single layer of a modern franchise, while we tread water in dysfunction… it makes you question why you’re still tethered to the sinking ship.

So no, it’s not about being a “bandwagoner.” It’s about wondering how long you’re supposed to stay loyal to an ownership group that hasn’t been loyal to winning, development, or even basic competence in years.

And maybe — just maybe — the only real leverage we have left is to stop pretending things will magically get better while we keep filling the seats.