It’s not just the radio stations playing silly radio station games. Major League Baseball and Royals are not flying Lorde in from New Zealand or wherever she is now to sing her little ditty. From the L.A. Times:
. . . when the Royals provided Major League Baseball with their list of proposed World Series entertainers, Lorde was not among them, said Kevin Uhlich, the Royals’ senior vice president of business operations . . . An MLB spokesman said Monday the league had “no plans at the moment for Lorde to be here at any point.”
I feel like having no plans for Lorde to be at any given place at any given point is the default status for most of us. Maybe let us know if there are such plans, ya know?
Whatever. Everyone quoted in the article is right to note that, apart from the title of the song and the backstory of how she wrote the song, it has absolutely nothing to do with baseball or even with broad themes and emotions even marginally applicable to baseball.
I actually saw Lorde in concert last month and she was surprisingly good, but I feel like baseball and it’s interests would be better served with some pop act that lends itself to a bit more fist-pumping and mup-lighting.