Wednesday, May 27, 2009

On Women

There are few media-related things I dislike more than Fox.

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

A Book for my Must-Read list

While I was completing my undergraduate degree in English, I took a class on literature of the Beat Generation. The course was wonderful; great reading (although I'm not sure I'll ever get over Naked Lunch), great discussion and a wonderfully painted picture of beat culture.

Knowing that, and knowing about other passions in my life, you can understand my excitement when I heard about this.

To quote:

Almost all his life Jack Kerouac had a hobby that even close friends and fellow Beats like Allen Ginsburgh and William S. Burroughs never knew about. He obsessively played a fantasy baseball game of his own invention, charting the exploits of made-up players like Wino Love, Warby Pepper, Heinie Twiett, Phegus Cody and Zagg Parker, who toiled on imaginary teams named either for cars (the Pittsburgh Plymouths and New York Chevvies, for example) or for colors (the Boston Grays and Cincinnati Blacks).

He collected their stats, analyzed their performances and, as a teenager, when he played most ardently, wrote about them in homemade newsletters and broadsides. He even covered financial news and imaginary contract disputes. ...

All these “publications,” some typed, some handwritten and often pasted into old-fashioned composition notebooks, are now part of the Jack Kerouac Archive at the Berg Collection of the New York Public Library. The curator, Isaac Gewirtz, has just written a 75-page book about them, “Kerouac at Bat: Fantasy Sports and the King of the Beats,” to be published next week by the library and available, at least for now, only in its gift shop.
I need to get my hands on this book! Assuming I'm able to find a copy, look for more on this subject in the near future.

Fascinating!

Friday, May 15, 2009

This Week in Jays Land

The good:
The bad:
  • Games 2 and 3 of the series against the Yanks, especially Game 2. However, the Jays have been remarkably good at not letting one or two losses affect them over the long term. I'll hope to see more of that consistency this weekend against the White Sox.
Because next week? Boston.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Picture of the Week

Stuart Franklin/Getty Images

What the hell, John? MY EYES!

Monday, May 11, 2009

Guarantees

Just a quick word this moment on a phenomenon that has become increasingly common in sports, especially playoff sports, in recent years.

The Guarantee

From Alex Ovechkin after the Capitals Game 5 loss to Pittsburgh on Saturday: "Next game is going to be different. It's not over yet. If somebody thinks it's over, it's not over. We're going to come back here again. Game 7."

While this is not as overt a guarantee as some, it still motivated me to post on the subject.

Dear Athletes,

Don't guarantee wins. Just don't. Not only does a guarantee cause all kinds of media fuss that distracts you and your teammates from the task at hand, but way WAY more often than not, you end up looking like a doofus. Yes, once in a while, your guarantee turns out to be correct and the whole thing becomes an awesome story of grit and determination (see Messier, Mark), but you're much more likely to end up looking like a tool.

So just don't do it, 'k?

Friday, May 8, 2009

Sports Shorts

  • Sad to hear that Dom DiMaggio died this morning at the great age of 92.
  • The Manny Ramirez saga that kicked off yesterday was surprising to me, and for some reason and despite my weariness with big stars using PEDs, I believe Manny's prescription story. That doesn't change the fact that he's a cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater, but until I hear any further evidence of greater intention, I'm calling this situation disappointing, but not fatal. Serve the suspension, come back, play ball.
  • And by the way, how are all athletes not hyper-vigilant about checking with the league when doctors prescribe things for them?
  • The Washington-Pittsburgh series in the 2nd round of the NHL playoffs is unbelievable. Both Sidney Crosby and Alex Ovechkin had hat tricks in the second game of the series. Through the first three games, the two of them have 9 goals combined. NINE! I can't wait to see how this series ends.
  • Players Championship this weekend... I love this tournament and am firmly in the "This Should be a Major" camp. Someday, I'll ask my husband to guest post why he thinks the PGA should drop the Masters from the list of Majors and add the Players. It's never gonna happen that way, obviously, but I love the argument, which boils down roughly to teaching Augusta that the tour is no longer going to stand for the things that Augusta stands for, and is no longer going to support a tournament that intentionally restricts fan access, and replace it with a tournament on a great course with wall-to-wall coverage, three great finishing holes and the potential for loads of drama.

Monday, May 4, 2009

This Week in Blue Jays Land

So, things continue to go along tickety-boo for the Blue Jays. Fresh off both their first series loss (to the Royals) and their first sweep (of the Orioles), the outlook in Toronto can still be best described as surprisingly good.

Major worries continue to focus on injuries to the pitching staff. The series in Kansas, I think, exposed what those injuries have done to the staff with a couple of really bad outings for Purcey and Burres. On the other hand, Scott Richmond has been a pleasant surprise, and despite losing in Kansas, Tallet has been more than capable.

The offence continues to be a force for good, with Vernon Wells doing what he gets paid those big bucks to do, and Aaron Hill showing MVP-like form. (That's right, I said it.) And we've seen major improvement in Alex Rios in the last few games, including a big home-run last night against the O's in a tight game.

Jon Heyman of Sports Illustrated thinks that the good times in Toronto won't last and that the Jays will be a victim of the AL East. What do you think?

Friday, May 1, 2009

I declare...

... that I will not post about Alex Rodriguez on this blog anymore until such time as something interesting about him comes along.

I'm officially bored of him.

I get it. He's a dirt-bag.

And now I move on.