Archive for December, 2012

Merry Optimistic Time of Year!

The Wall Street Journal has a not-so-ridiculous article about how the Mets lineup, at a fraction of the cost, might not be any less productive than the Dodgers’ far more famous eight. But if you’re going to write flights of optimistic fancy, why stop there? The Mets could be better than the Dodgers, sure. It’s reasonable. I’m going to instead try to make the argument for why a team of former and current Presidential pets could be better than the Angels.

1. Mike Trout is a mirage. So, clearly, anyone would be a great improvement over him. Even William Henry Harrison’s cow, Sukey.
2. Erick Aybar does not walk much. Dogs, like Harry Truman’s cocker spaniel, Feller (named after Bob?), need to walk every day. Point, Feller.
3. Albert Pujols is on the downside of his career. Bo, President Obama’s Portuguese Water Dog, hasn’t even started his second term yet.
4. Josh Hamilton is often injured. Aside from a hospitalization due to intestinal issues, FDR’s Scottish Terrier, Fala, lived for twelve healthy years.
5. Mark Trumbo has trouble getting on base. Bases are made of canvas covering a soft foam or rubber material. John Quincy Adams had pet silkworms. Silk is stronger than canvas. Pets win.
6. Howie Kendrick has consistently failed to improve. Theodore Roosevelt had a pet bear. That is more interesting.
7. Alberto Callaspo likely has less power than John Adams’s horse, Cleopatra. Horses are very powerful animals.
8. Chris Iannetta has trouble making contact. President Reagan’s dog, Rex, threw the switch that lit the National Christmas Tree. He did not miss when he reached for it.
9. Peter Bourjos is fast, but almost certainly not as fast as Smoky, Calvin Coolidge’s pet bobcat.

Merry Christmas.


Great Moments in Groupon Purchases

Jeremy Barfield isn’t so different from you and I. At one point or another, no matter your walk of life, Groupon touches us all.

H/T: The Answer Man: @AnswerDave.


Comparing Reactions to the Big Trade: Wade ‘n Me

It has been almost two weeks since the big trade that sent, among others, Wil Myers to Tampa Bay for, among others. James Shields. (I apologize to those who are calling it the big Odorizzi-Leonard trade). So yeah, this is a delayed reaction. But a reaction it is, a reaction through pictures. It is, as it were, a study in contrasts between one of the “others,” Wade Davis, and myself.

Let’s begin by checking out Davis’ palpable excitement at the press conference at which he was introduced as a Royal:

It’s really too much for mere words, isn’t it? The first thing I think of is — wait a minute. The first thing I think of when I see that picture has nothing to do with Wade Davis. The first thing I think is “James Shields is just 31? Are you kidding me? Has anyone checked his birth certificate? Didn’t I give him a quarter at a subway stop in the Bronx 12 years ago?”

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Micro-Essay: Further Inquiry into the Nature of Wit

A while back, a certain “Carson” “Cistulli” wrote a short piece about wit as it is reflected in sport, employing both Zinedine Zidane and Brandon Phillips as examples of the satisfaction we feel when a player uses creativity to succeed where he might otherwise fail. Having established the phenomenon, he refuses to elaborate further, his need for sandwiches mightier than his need for truth. I face no such obstacle.

I would refine Cistulli’s definition of wit by adding necessity and result. It is not enough that Brandon Phillips makes his spectacular toss to first; it must be the only necessary means of achieving the desired result. If Phillips makes this play and beats the runner by three steps, he would be called flashy at best and perhaps far worse. At the same time, if his throw arrives a half-second too late, we quietly applaud his efforts and then forget them an inning later. This last aspect is troubling; we want to believe, I think, that our virtues are inherent and not tied to our success or failure.

No, the more narrow the out, the more we feel satisfaction in its completion. This is what drives us to the paradoxical conclusion that it is the athletes with the least physical prowess that we find most endearing, those who must rely most heavily on their creative powers to compensate for their natural ability. Talent, after all, is arbitrary. Talent is fascist. And though this admiration for the unfortunate can admittedly reach fetishization, and the exploits of the appointed Ecksteinian heroes can become exaggerated to the point of lore, there is an undeniable pleasure in the success of the little guy. Few people, after all, identify themselves with Goliath.

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F’ing HOT GIF: Dickey’s Twirling, Swirling Knuckler

I’M NOT SURE THE SOURCE OF THIS DOUBLE-SPICY GIF, BUT IT’S JUS’ ABOUTTA BURN THESE SERVERS DOWN!!!

Update: The author is not actively seeking credit for this GIF. In the meantime, follow @james_in_to. I won’t tell you why.


Graphic: Silk Road Caravan vs. Texas Rangers Caravan

The Texas Rangers announced on Thursday the dates and locations for their 2013 Winter Caravan. Here, for those interested, are the primary way it differs from a typical Silk Road caravan.


And Now, A Message from Santa


All 30 MLB Teams’ Offseasons [So Far] Summarized in 5 Words or Less

Arizona Diamondbacks: What is a Didi Gregorius?

Atlanta Braves: Perfect BJ

Baltimore Orioles: McLouth’d!

Boston Red Sox: Fear of Commitment

Chicago Cubs: Binders Full of Bargains

Chicago White Sox: Three Years of Jeff Keppinger

Cincinnati Reds: She Is That Shin-Soo Choo

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Here is Wade Dancing Boggs

You cannot make it into yonder Hall of Fame without some silky shoulder movements. Let Wade Dancing Boggs take your hand, show you the way.

All sorts of credit.


The Assorted Parts All-Stars