since there's not much of note to be on topic with, and the holidays sneaking up:
- if anyone's interested in a spot on my xmas card list, feel free to email me
with contact info
- and if anyone magically has something to spare after all the shopping, or's just feeling a little generous, do consider donating
to the alzheimer's association
this year. thx.
also, a belated pat on the ass to captain intangibles himself, who won his first gold glove award this year. i can hear the hate train a-spluttering in self-righteous indignation now.
stumbled on a great allen barra article on The Thing in the village voice
, of all places:
It has practically become an article of faith among local writers and commentators that the right way to win a pennant is for a team to cultivate players through its own farm system. If this is true, then how to explain the Red Sox, whose only homegrown player is Trot Nixon? The Yankees didn't win, so it goes, because they didn't have enough left in their farm system to trade to Arizona for Randy Johnson the way Boston had enough left in theirs to trade for Curt Schilling. Well, the three gems in the Red Sox system who went for Schilling were pitchers Casey Fossum, Brandon Lyon, and Jorge de la Rosa, who were a combined 14-32 this year with a collective ERA of almost six runs per game. The Yankees had several studs in that category, including Felix Heredia, Scott Proctor, Jose Contreras, and Tanyon Sturtze, whose collective ERA this season with the Yankees was about 5.6. For some mysterious reason, the Diamondbacks wouldn't bite on the Yankees' lemons as they did on the Red Sox's lemons; I'd love to believe that this had nothing to do with Arizona's willingness to make the front end of a deal that resulted in the Brewers, Bud Selig's old team, dumping high-priced slugger Richie Sexson, thus taking a chunk out of Milwaukee's payroll. But let that pass. The point is that the deal for Schilling, baseball's ultimate mercenary—salary $12 million a year and a résumé that includes pennant-winning stints at Philadelphia and Arizona and millions of fans who cursed him for being a hired gun when he left—was precisely the kind of deal that Steinbrenner and the Yankees would have been criticized for if they had made it.
and in the Can I Get an Amen department:
The number one target for blame, predictably, is Alex Rodriguez, who just a few months ago the Red Sox and their fans were lusting after—lusting so hard that Commissioner Selig, ever ready to stick it to Steinbrenner, personally intervened to try and make the deal. Rodriguez was flogged by, among others, Mike Lupica (Daily News, October 22) for coming up "as small as an exercise jockey in Games 6 and 7 against the Red Sox" and by just about everyone else in the sports media for failing to step up in the postseason. Of course, this isn't just an exercise in Yankee bashing, but an illustration of how the playoffs and World Series have turned us into an audience with a two-day memory. Manny Ramirez ended the 2003 season being ripped as a selfish slacker who took time off for illness and then showed up at a bar with his pals. We will remember 2004 as the year Ramirez—who made enough horrendous plays in left field to make Sox fans forget Bill Buckner—won the MVP while A-Rod flopped.
In point of fact, A-Rod (in 26 postseason games) has outhit Ramirez (in 78 postseason games) by 74 points, .330 to .256, and in 11 postseason games this year had the same number of total runs (19) as Ramirez had in 14. But somehow A-Rod has been tagged as a guy who can't deliver in the clutch; it's a good thing Willie Mays, who batted .247 with one home run in 25 postseason games over his career, isn't playing today.
congrats, windmill willie!
both from newsday
Raised in Brooklyn, baseball-educated in the Bronx, Willie Randolph will get the opportunity of a lifetime in Queens with the Mets planning to introduce him today as the club's 18th manager during a news conference at Shea Stadium.
Give Randolph the benefit of the doubt. Take him at his word that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Pat him on the back for being a realist for saying, during his post-interview conference call: "It's not rocket science. It's just a matter of understanding that if you have a group of players that want to play hard for you every day and you have some talent, you've got a chance to to some good things."
Knowing about winning won't hurt. His six championship rings will be his trump card if any of the Mets veteran lefthanded pitchers ever feels the need to make a few unsolicited suggestions.
i'm glad he's finally getting a chance. i'll miss his crazy ass on Kids On Deck, though.
dear baby jesus,
how about convincing that joe girardi to get on board, hm?
per the new york times
Mel Stottlemyre, the pitching coach who has been at Manager Joe Torre's side since the Yankees hired him in 1996, will not return in 2005. A person who spoke to one of Stottlemyre's colleagues said this week that Stottlemyre would not be back for a 10th season as coach.
The Yankees will promote Neil Allen, the Class AAA Columbus pitching coach the past two seasons, to replace Stottlemyre.
the best fucking news i've heard all day. and if ohio pulls bunches of kerry votes out of its proverbial ass, well... hopefully it's not the last.
get on board, little children
background: i work on the dementia "neighborhood" of a long term care facility, and over the course of my days gather colorful arrays of conversation, ranging from childlike to profane to profound to disturbing.
in several years this is perhaps the most unsettling thing i've heard, and the best part is that the woman doesn't even reside in my facility: she's a functioning member of the world Outside.
a conversation between myself and the sister of a resident on my floor:
"are you voting
sister, in hushed tones:
"and who are you voting for?"
me, trying to circumvent a potentially touchy subject:
"i haven't quite made up my mind yet..."
"i'm voting for bush
! i don't like that kerry. [pause] you know, the catholics are against abortion. and i watch the EWTN, and i know it's not just the catholics. even the colored churches! [another pause] and if that kerry gets in, there's going to be the abortion, and the homosexuals, and the thing with the cells..."
"stem cell research?"
"THAT'S IT! you know they take the cells from the em-br-eye-oh and that's murder, mhm! and the euthanasia, you know what euthanasia is? [dramatic pause] it's when you get old and they kill you because you're no good anymore, mmhmm. and that kerry, he reminds me of hitler!"
me, trying not to look utterly horrified at the notion of this woman going to the polls tomorrow:
"he does! the way he moves when he talks! like this! [starts flailing her arms in the air in a mock nazi salute, nearly falling off her chair in the process] but i know dear, you have to work. you just have such a sweet disposition, and i'd hate to see you sin..."
"mrs so and so, i -- sin?"
sister, very seriously, reaching over to pat my hand:
"maybe you ought to talk to your priest about it."
i'm not a politically outspoken person - i know my own mind and what i identify with, and while i respect people who deviate from my, err, vision.... this well-meaning old woman, for five minutes, was the voice of an america i tremble to remember exists.
james wolcott, as ever
, succinctly hits the nail on the head:
I am preparing myself for either outcome today. Should Kerry win, I will post an important statement called "A Time for Healing," or something equally noble-sounding. Should Bush win, I shall post a statement of philosophical resignation tentatively titled "Good, Go Ahead, America, Choke on Your Own Vomit, You Deserve to Die." The latter will probably require a little more tweaking.
Get out. Vote. You'll feel so much better afterwards--cleaner inside.
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