The information you didn’t request. (Click to embiggen.)
As a professional weblogger, it’s the constant task of the present author to ask, and then subsequently answer, the question “For what sort of information would a Worker of the World gladly suspend his labors and provide my particular weblog with a hot internet click?”
Brought to the attention of the author, once again, by means of intrepid weblog The Deadball Era, and then corroborated by a primary source (above) after a protracted internet search, is the unfortunate death of Ed Irvin or Ed Irwin or, strangely, “Bill” Irwin, who died in 1916 after being thrown through a saloon window in Philadelphia.
Text courtesy the February 9th, 1916, edition of Philly’s Evening Public Ledger.
The following tweet, which concerns a real and not fake report regarding Dayan Viciedo and the Chicago White Sox, is entirely and in-no-way altered from the original (click to embiggen):
Eastern Park, about which anyone can read on the internet, was located on the corner of what’s now Pitkin Avenue and Van Sinderen in Brooklyn and home to that borough’s storied Dodgers club between 1891 and 1897. Shortly afterwards, it was sold by then-owner Charlie Byrne. Presently, as the image embedded here reveals, its former home-plate area is occupied predominantly by wooden pallets.
According to the records kept by interpid weblog The Deadball Era, no fewer than three ballplayers have been shot and murdered by bartenders.
Here are no fewer than those three (each player listed with career WAR, click images to embiggen):
Frank Bell, -0.5 WAR (Profile)
From an unspecified paper on April 15, 1891:
The past 24 hours have been filled with some considerable discussion of baseball writer Ken Gurnick’s hall-of-fame ballot, with which Gurnick selected pitcher Jack Morris to the exclusion of other, probably more qualified candidates.
Gurnick’s trespasses hold zero candles, however, to those trespassed against us today by very late Czech author Franz Kafka, who not only somehow retains a vote for the Hall of Fame, but has used that privilege to select only Bug Holliday, a clear attempt to help sales of his famous novella Die Verwandlung — or, as it’s known commonly in English, The Metamorphosis.
The facial massage technique designed by Japanese beauty expert Yukuko Tanaka is a really good kind of facial massage technique, according to the promotional materials concerning it that are available online. If the author’s understanding of the present site’s demographic is even nearly accurate, however, it’s akin to fact that the reader has not seen a video demonstration — in GIF form, specifically — of said massage technique in action.
Entirely remedied, is how one might accurately regard this aching deficit.
If asked to characterize his life at the moment, the author might very well suggest that it’s full largely of despair and also blackest despair. “Why go on?” he’s been compelled to ask recently of the stupid, unblinking moon. “Is it not just a carnival of sorrows?” he’s inquired just today, in fact, of (apparently) quite an unfriendly crow perched on the sill. A sorry state of affairs is what one finds at Chez Cistulli, is the point.
According to internet reports and also grainy daguerreotypes like the one embedded here, it would appear as though Fifth Third Ballpark — on the outskirts of Grand Rapids, Michigan, and home to Tigers Midwest League affiliate, the West Michigan Whitecaps — is currently, or has been recently, on fire.
It’s not entirely clear what the proper course of action ought to be for the average citizen. Any demonstration of concern is, at some level, disingenuous — an attempt, like all reactions to news from afar, to participate in a drama that belongs to another community. On the other hand, this is presumably an event that will negatively impact at least one person’s life — and, for that reason, a development that naturally appeals to the human capacity for empathy.
What we know, at the very least, is that a ballpark is on fire. Or has been recently, at least.
Image stolen entirely from Twitter account of John Gonzalez.
