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Update 11 January, 4.30pm: I was contact by PlayStation and we’ve worked things out, and we’re all good now.
Those links in click-able form:
Should you be a crazy person and care about which caps I wear on my head, you will probably have seen my Ballcap Watch, where I keep track of such things. I had a look at which caps I wore last year, and did some addition, and made a chart using the crappy camera on my laptop and some crude Photoshop skillz:
In 2012, I went capless on 149 days (40.7%). And, thus, wore a cap on 217 days (59.3%).
Top ten caps worn:
1. Diablos Rojos del México (49 times)
2. New York Yankees (28)
3. Montreal Expos (24)
4. Colorado Rockies (23, alternate black cap with purple brim)
5. Seattle Mariners (18, alternate blue cap with teal brim)
6. St. Louis Browns (16, replica of 1908 cap)
7. Seattle Mariners (18, replica of 1977 cap)
8. Montreal Royals (9)
9=. Cincinnati Reds (7, replica of 1901 cap)
9=. Pittsburgh Pirates (7)
In total, of the 62 caps I own, I wore 26 different caps in 2012.
Your life is no better for having looked at this blog post. Apologies for that.
When, at the end of last week, reports began to surface that Rupert Murdoch’s hideous News Corp would be buying a 49% stake in the New York Yankee’s own TV channel, the YES Network, it became clear that I could no longer be a Yankees fan. Some things are more important than sticking with a team.
I made what can only very loosely be called a chart for the Getting Blanked site regarding this, and the process of choosing a new team to root for:
R.A. Dickey and Andy Pettitte. And Dillinger’s lyrics.
I had a pretty boozy night a couple of Saturdays ago, and didn’t get to bed until around 5.30 a.m. The next day, the Diablos Rojos had a doubleheader beginning at noon. If you do the maths, the answer is “never in a million years am I going to arrive on time.”
And that was the case. I woke up, had coffee and some bread, put on last night’s clothes (mmmm, delightful) and traipsed to the subway.
I arrived at Foro Sol around 1.30 p.m., top of the 5th inning. It was the last regular season game, and it was pretty busy. I went to the section I usually sit in, and saw the beer vendor who I see every game. He was, like, “where the fuck were you?” He said it with a smile, shook my hand, put his arm around my shoulder and pointed to the ass of an attractive woman walking by.
I told him I had a hangover, I got a Coke from him, and took a seat.
A while later, he was bringing drinks to a family near me, and I asked him for another Coke. He came over, quizzical concerned look on his face, and asked why I didn’t want beer, did I feel bad? I told him I felt like shit.
He gestured and said “one minute” and hurried off to talk to a guy sitting a couple of sections over.
He came back holding a small plastic Canada Dry ginger ale bottle. It had about an inch of liquid in the bottom. “Drink it.”
It was tequila. And, damn it, if I didn’t feel better straight away. Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was the fact that someone who is paid to work at the baseball stadium took the effort to do something so friendly and thoughtful.
I thanked him, and ordered a beer. He told me I didn’t need to thank him, “you’re my brother” and slapped me on the shoulder.
Seven years ago today, I went to a baseball game for the very first time. I’ve written about it over at The Score’s Getting Blanked blog.
TV announcer for the Tampa Bay Rays was reading my book on the telly last night. I is prouds.
A couple of years ago, I did an infographic about Turner, Montana being the farthest town in the contiguous United States from a Major League Baseball park:
(it’s also in the Flip Flop Fly Ball which is still available at bookstores of varying quality).
Journalist Conor Dougherty decided to visit Turner, Montana. You can read his article (and see his video) for the Wall Street Journal here.
I really want to visit Turner now I’ve read and seen that.
Today, the third one went up: it’s an examination of the baseball caps in Justin Bieber videos.
I spent an extremely pleasant portion of my afternoon today talking to Carson Cistulli for the FanGraphs Audio podcast. You can hear it by clicking the link that follows the colon:
Should you not be a baseball fan, but a literature fan, it might be worth your while checking out Carson’s book of poetry-ish stuff, Some Common Weaknesses Illustrated. He’s a talent man.
Should you want to read a long essay about the Yankees losing last night, you can do so here: http://www.flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing111007.html
I did a big-ass chart about the MLB playoffs for Grantland.
You can see it here.
Same seagull as before, just dressed up as an old American League umpire.
More finger painting here.
On a bleachingly hot Sunday afternoon in July saw a few innings of an Intercounty Baseball League game at Christie Pits in Toronto between the Toronto Maple Leafs and London Majors. It was way way way too hot to sit on the grass in the sun behind home plate for more than ten minutes. So I sat under a tree beyond the left field fence. Here’s a drawing of the Majors’ wonderfully-named left fielder Cleveland Brownlee.
I had a dream last night that there were people dressed in papier-mâché spheres. Each of the spheres had the name of an MLB team on them, and as each team was eliminated from its division race, the people chopped off that sphere with an axe. They kind of looked and behaved like the Pokey character in the Shifting Sand Land level of Super Mario 64. So I did a drawing.
See it bigger here.