WS Kulturkampf Game 4: Absurdist Theatre
It gets hot in these rhinos.
When one reads the play-by-play transcript of World Series Game 5, one is reminded of some of the finer works of Eugène Ionesco.
This is not an excerpt:
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World Series Kulturkampf, Game 3: Tatts for Bats
On to Tatts!
Here is my favorite tattoo:
It’s the famous Drunken-Double-Flamingo-In-Sunglasses-Flanking-Generic-Hawai’ian-Sunset neck tatt! It is my favorite tattoo because it is so far removed from any practical or even meaningfully expressive purposes. It was acquired in irony, almost assuredly while inebriated, and probably regretted to the point of deep depression immediately upon sobering. Then again, maybe its bearer is such a deeply ironic (or vapid) individual that he has no regrets. It is hard to tell. Perhaps he loves turtlenecks, and will relish an opportunity to wear them to all job interviews, family outings, and first dates for the rest of his days. More power to him. I mean, if a highly privileged, secular Westerner is going to get a tattoo, why should he not pile on the frivolity?
World Series Kulturkampf, Game 2 Amendment
Based on the comments from Thursday’s Kulturkampf, I’d be remiss not to address Scott Feldman’s “positively rabbinic red beard.”
World Series Kulturkampf, Game 2
In which the author assumes the essence of the Interweb, posting photos and making fun of them.
Game 2 is all about hair and facial hair. De-HAIR-o-types, amirite?
Quick! Which St. Louis Cardinal is this?!
World Series Kulturkampf, Game 1: Theme Songs
We, as discerning fans of our national pastime, are generally left with very few indicators of whether or how major league baseball players are “cultured.” But, because fans cannot survive on wOBA alone, we search for these things in players. The items listed in the title of this post are amongst the cultural indicators we utilize in this search. Often, what we find might disappoint us: Chase Utley is hella handsome . . . except for his oily locks, plastered to his head, causing us to question not only handsomeness, but also his very character.[1] Or, it might corroborate our darkest criticisms: Tony La Russa’s hair has been fried from decades of overly involved managing.
That said, this World Series thing is gonna start happening tomorrow. Two teams who have both been hitting the snot[2] out of the ball this postseason will diamond-off for sundry prizes: a multi-phallic trophy, a pile of cash, and the rights to every Beatles song. I think that’s what’s at stake anyway. But what every discerning fan of baseball really wants to know is, How do the Cardinals and Rangers match up in the ways of cultural swag?
World Series Booty?
Without further ado, let’s examine the first match-up of our World Series Kulturkampf.