Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I remember him fondly. My brother and I had a great share of baseball fun as kids who were born in the late 70s near Kansas City and crazy for George Brett, but roiling with Cardinal blood. We moved outside of St. Louis in late '83 and finally made a full conversion to the Redbirds in 85, what a year to have those divided loyalties. I say we fully converted, but that might apply only to me. Come '87 my brother's favorite player was Dawson, and so it remained until Bo Jackson . I can still see his "Hawk" and "Black and Blue" posters, and I remember our first trip to Wrigley to watch Andre play. We sat behind a pole.
 Joe has the definitive entry on him as well. I highly recommend it.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
So, would it be alright if I talked to you? I mean it's okay if you don't want to.
That my friends is ineffective. I'll see you soon.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
So how come a softball would get such wicked velocity and movement over a baseball thrown underhand? Is it the marginal weight difference or is it the size?In researching the issue, I've come to understand that my initial thoughts were well founded, and to prove it, I've whipped up a little spreadsheet. If you take into effect the compressed distance in regard to the break of the ball the effective response time decreases even more and I'm sure many of the people playing the game are grateful for aluminum and composite bats -- and one wonders why the pitchers and corners don't demand catchers masks being so close to the action due to the decreased distances.
I've also uploaded a new scoresheet and I'm aware that I still owe some issues from this weekend's Cubs series, but they might have to wait until my computer is less cranky -- this is the fifth time I'm composing this entry.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
He said, ‘I don’t keep track of the balls.’ He said, ‘I don’t keep track of the strikes, either, until I got two.’ Then he said, ‘Duke, I’m up there looking for a pitch I can hit. If I don’t get it, I wait for the umpire to tell me to go to first. Isn’t that what you’re paying me to do?’I've got a new appreciation. I'm not in love, per se, but I'm fascinatedly in-giddy.
Some pitchers choose to throw using the 'submarine style,' a very efficient sidearm or near-underhand motion. Pitchers with a submarine delivery are often very difficult to hit because of the angle and movement of the ball once released. Walter Johnson, who threw one of the fastest fastballs in the history of the game, threw sidearm (though not submarine) rather than a normal overhand. True underhanded pitching is permitted in Major League Baseball. However, it is difficult to generate enough velocity and movement with the underhand motion.That's one helluva long link, but I'm not clever enough to narrow it down right now.
I realize that I owe you a couple of scorecards, but life has eclipsed my opportunities to post them so far. As an aside, even with the season opening 1 run showing the Cards are averaging 8.3 runs on Sunday to 2.1 for the other days of the week. Even with my career disgruntlements, I haven't hoped for it this strongly since my childhood summers, but a month of Sundays would be quite welcome.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
But if the CIA had done a simple Internet search on some of the terms used in the letter, the agency would have quickly learned that it was a forgery.It Continues:
...Eisner told ABCNEWS.com. "Anybody, you or I, could have taken this and fact-checked this thing and we would have learned that this was nonsense. We would have learned that the organization in the letterhead hadn't been in existence for many years, that the person who signed it last served in that post in 1989 and that the court in Niger had been renamed in 1990."The article goes on to relate how an Italian journalist, Elisabetta Burba, had failed to report on the letter prior to Bush's famous State of the Union in which it was presented because it lacked credibility after 15 minutes of scrutiny. In it's conclusion, another issue is raised:
Although much of the mainstream media reported the explosive claims as fact, some TV outlets and newspapers expressed doubts.
"Many were sold a deal the same way that the administration did that to the Congress and to the American people," Eisner said. "The media loses some of its critical analysis in a run-up to war and instead there was a drumbeat — the words 'mushroom cloud' were used repeatedly, battering the airwaves."
And in that, the truth. Despite its tenor to the contrary, we are all accountable.
I suppose that my ire might be unusually whipped up due to the two documentaries from America at a Crossroads I've watched this evening, but Lord I'm eager for some accountability. I don't seek punishment, but as I said accountability and responsibility. In the second film, "The Case for War," Richard Pearle, in an attempt at absolution, states to a war protestor that, "I'm not the President." And there it is, I may have pushed and orchestrated, but I didn't make the call. There is only one man that's responsible, but he doesn't admit to mistakes.
There's plenty of this to go around. I've expressed to many people that I cried at the rise of the last Intifada and it's senseless necessity, and on the invasion of Iraq. There is enough independant suffering in the world without us organizing, on both sides, even up to a state level to perpetuate it. Yet, I didn't speak outside circles of like or similar minds, I didn't decry loudly enough the idiocy before me. There is only one man that's responsible, and he was too busy preaching to the choir for the President to hear him.
A google search could have stopped the war? So could've a conversation.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
On a side note, does it ever appear to anyone else that some umpires are just out to keep the game interesting? Paul Schrieber's strike zone today was, well let's say variable.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
We coallesced just outside my parents house. It was the bottom of the 14th and Houston had loaded the bases. The newly warmed up Ray King (perhaps he was responsible for the 3rd base runner, I really can't recall) was now called upon to quash the fire and redeem the chances of our visiting club. As I carreened down the driveway desperately wishing arrival and a chance to watch the inevitable rally on my parents T.V. I pulled to a stop at the delivery of the deciding pitch. I exploded from the car and sprinted into the house surprising my waiting parents -- also glued to the call and only remotely anticipating my arrival. "He hit him!" I heralded. "How could he possibly have hit him?!" The game's first and final pitch had shoehorned my drive and despite the outcome I've never experienced a more pleasant or quickly tallied drive. The love and appreciation of free baseball courses through me.
We had our first taste of it in 2007 this evening, a full third of a draught beyond our share and the outcome was delightfully different, and I am overwhelmed. In addition to our team's ability to make opposing pitchers look remarkable when we have an off night, especially soft tossing lefties (did I see a 59mph on that 2nd or 3rd inning curve? Surely a mistake), Gorzelanny also overcame his NHL name to pitch a respectable game. For our boys, Keisler arrived from AAA to plug a Carpenter sized gap and did so with aplomb giving up 2 in 6 innings and giving us a chance. Spezio's timely hitting in the ninth followed a pivotal, runner-advancing fly from Pujols, and when all else seemed to fail in the 12th, Snocone forced his way past a great throw on an atypical sac fly and Izzy sweated us through 3 outs.
* Before the trip described would take 6-8 station changes as it does today.
** At this time, I leave it as an exercise of the reader to dig up this paricular game of 2005
Monday, April 9, 2007
Coming to us today, courtesy of, "Talk of the Nation," is the story of a high school student with a 4.5 GPA to her name suing a teacher for an "F" she received for a late assignment. It seems she was on a student council field-trip on the due date and feels, litigiously, that she should be excused the deadline as she turned in her work the following day.
Among other claims in the suit are provisions claiming "emotional stress, loss of enjoyment of life, loss of scholarship potential."
The subject came up in conversation this weekend and I was driven by curiousity to see how things developed. Well, it looks like they haven't, not to completion anyway. The madness continues.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Friday, April 6, 2007
Oh, and there was a 1-2-3 DP. Rejoice!
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
I will not panic.
I will not panic.
And if anyone from the 25 man roster is watching:
I will not ground into double plays.
I will not ground into double plays.
P.S. Is the 2007 jinx against players respected for their defense in effect? Jeez, let's hope not.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
A lively discussion ensued regarding the short block's indifference to top dead center on the compression stroke or exhaust, or the lack thereof. After losing the argument for no better reason than, "it ain't workin'," I lay on a creeper and slid under the car to divine the difference of the identical circumstances that were apparently ruining us. As I poked around uncertain of my quarry I was saved from above. "Hey, where does this go?" He held a final, unconnected module in his hands and I almost immediately found its home on the crankshaft with my wandering fingers. Two men who'd carefully aligned perfect timing chuckled in the final connection and a purring engine, having, only hours before, eschewed the reassembly checklist as unnecessary.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Oh, and it seems I turned 30 about an hour ago (at least by the calendar, I'm sure the folks well again remind me at what precise time I arrived when we're having breakfast). More on that later as well.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Some might rightfully question my authority to dispense opinion on this particular topic. I've not taken on the responsibility of raising a child, I've merely dabbled with the idea of a career in education, and I'd hazard to posit that my own schooling would be considered atypical by most. But I assert a right to incredulity in the light of our current state of education.
I'll allow Sarah to kick us off with an exposition on the lack of enforcement which has left us with so many tubs of goo. What else can we expect in a world wherein so many grandparents are the disciplinarians in our kids' lives. Please pardon me as I stand on my head to see if that can ever, possibly look right.
In other news, I stumbled across an article and blog post on Saturday. They both kicked off with a wonderfully perceptive story:
“In America, you test your students a lot, don’t you?” She replied, “Well, indeed, the United States has a national policy that requires testing of all students in certain grades.” The Indian educator said, “Here, when we want the elephant to grow, we feed the elephant. We don’t weigh the elephant.”
We'll return to the effort involved in getting a reluctant elephant on a scale in a moment. For the time being I'd like to draw attention to the end of the article, in particular:
Dweck described how seriously students took this neurological learning: "When they studied, they thought about those neurons forming new connections. When they worked hard in school, they actually visualized how their brain was growing."
And here's where we get down to it. Understanding leads not only to an improved perception of reality that more readily allows our more dynamic selves to take form, but indirectly fosters curiosity in order to continue the experiment and watch our brains grow. And ultimately understanding fosters an awareness of our ignorance, and true curiosity kicks in. In that, a child begins to grow.
As for the poundage of the precocious pachyderms (and they generally are, precocious that is, just take a minute to talk to them and see). I struck up a conversation with Allison on the subject and received quite a shock. In her position as an adjunct teacher at a local elementary school she's given time off so that her students can take the mandated state aptitude tests. Her vacation amounts to 5 weeks -- 1 week for practice, 3 for testing, and 1 for makeups. As a person whom envisaged the two days a year they took for testing as a child whenever I heard, "no child left behind," and remembered the interruption it caused, I can't discuss this topic more for lack of suppressive control of my gag reflex.
I'd be remiss to exclude this conclusion, and in so doing, forget the other end of the spectrum. Coming to us today, courtesy of, "Talk of the Nation," is the story of a high school student with a 4.5 GPA to her name suing a teacher for an "F" she received for a late assignment. It seems she was on a student council field-trip on the due date and feels, litigiously, that she should be excused the deadline as she turned in her work the following day.
Among other claims in the suit are provisions claiming "emotional stress, loss of enjoyment of life, loss of scholarship potential." There goes that reflex again.
Incongruously we've beaten some of our children into caricatures of complete people while we've allowed other to wallow in the soupy puddles of their inadequacy. Still others suffer, as they always have, pressed through the colander of adolescence and circumstance, a topic for another day, but crowded by the additional walking wounded we now foist upon them day after day.
P.S. upon futher reading, the phrase, "an arbitrary and capricious act." was used in conjunction with the lawsuit. Blaaarrrghech!!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
a group of retainers or attendants.
ossification (n): Date: 1697
1a: the natural process of bone formation
b: the hardening (as of muscular tissue) into a bony substance
2: a mass or particle of ossified tissue
3: a tendency toward or state of being molded into a rigid, conventional, sterile, or unimaginative condition
denude (vt): Inflected Form(s): de·nud·ed; de·nud·ing
Etymology: Middle English, from Latin denudare, from de- + nudus bare — more at naked
Date: 15th century
1: to deprive of something important
2a: to strip of all covering or surface layers
b: to lay bare by erosion
c: to strip (land) of forests
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Friday, March 2, 2007
In a day when I should be frantic -- I work 31 miles away from my home, outside of walking distance by a fair sight -- I find myself pleasantly at ease. I'll carpool to work for a while, Dan's great about it. I'll walk or bus it other places. I've got some money in the bank. My folks are looking to get a new car and I like what they currently have. I'm certain that things are going to work out, and that's unusual for me as of late.
I've had things to do. There were (and are) definite steps to be taken. I think that that's what I've been missing. Amidst the calamity of my work and the shiftless nature of the remainder of my recent life, it took the destruction of something I loved to give me a little direction. Now to carry that on.