- A dream job for a wannabe catcher: John Harper of the NY Daily News straps on the tools of ignorance and catches a round of bullpen work from Johan Santana.
- Roy Halladay is a hard worker, according to Philly.com’s Rich Hofmann. Is it me, or is it mostly just players who are really good that get called hard workers (David Eckstein excluded)? You could work your ass off, stink, and get no pub for it whatsoever. (Which is probably the way it should be).
- It’s an old blog post from last year, but this MLBlog entry from Gordon Beckham feels less PR-filtered than a lot of the player blogs. Plus we get to go back to a time when he was a nervous rookie rather than a quickly rising star.
- Would or should Rawlings move baseball production operations back to Haiti? Richard Sandomir of NYT asks what it would take, and what the implications might be.
- “Branch Rickey made me a better man.” The passing of a Mr. Baseball. I didn’t know who Bobby Bragan was during his lifetime, but I wish I had.
- Olympics! Tough out Snowpacolageddonypse with Eric’s round-up of 10 Great Winter Olympic moments over at Tonic.
Archive for the 'Weekend Reading' Category
1. The Rogue’s Baseball Index is a-humming. Check it out if you haven’t yet.
2. Andre Dawson to enter Cooperstown as an Expo. Quelle tragédie! (Walkoff Walk)
3. Chan Ho Park feels the love. And he seems like a pretty good guy. (KoreaAM via SOSG)
4. No love for the old folks, though. (Rob Neyer)
5. No love for the Western States either. Pitchers & Poets is a Seattle-based blog, written by an Astros fan and a Dodgers fan. As you can imagine, we find the East-Coastiness of ESPN’s Sunday Night Baseball lineup objectionable, deplorable, and quite disappointing. (Fanhouse).
I’m really digging this song. Especially the sample.
1. I will jump at any opportunity to promote and preach the gospel of hockey on this blog. So here’s this awesome photo tour of Fenway Park, as of today, America’s largest ice rink. If you’re gonna watch one regular season NHL game this year, make it the Winter Classic on Jan. 1 between the Boston Bruins and underachieving Philadelphia Flyers. It’s hockey at Fenway! (via Puck Daddy)
2. Meet Welby Sheldon “Buddy” Bailey, an American in Caracas, and the manager of Venezuela’s most successful professional baseball team of the last decade. (via NY Times).
3. Happy Birthday Sandy Koufax! (via Ron Kaplan).
4. Josh Wilker nominates the most literary back-of-card bio in the history of baseball cards and in doing so reminds me why his incoming book is my most anticipated of 2010. (via Cardboard Gods).
5. I was at once saddened and amazed by the Walkoff Walk End of Decade Personality Compendium Infocaps. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
6. Happy New Year from PnP. Big RBI news coming on the flip side.
Edit: Stop reading this post right now! Instead, read Ted and I’s “etherview” with FanGraphs destroyer Carson Cistulli. If you are here for the first time via said interview, then welcome, please make yourself comfortable.
In order to help you through these frozen hours before the World Series does or doesn’t end tomorrow, we bring you some rare weekday reading. And this awesome John Wayne clip from The Longest Day that I hope both managers are showing their teams. “We came here to take something. We’re gonna take it and hold it!”
- Google Reader maven Tommy Bennett is taking over the reigns at Beyond the Box Score. Check out his insightful baseball analysis manifesto.
- Josh Wilker is at his best this morning with a reflection covering World Series records both glorious and inglourious, Chase Utley’s hair, and the decline and fall of the triple.
- Patrick Brown has put together an extended essay on baseball’s place in the sports media industrial landscape for The Millions . His ideas about baseball and the internet are both sweeping and a pleasure to read. (tip of the cap to Reeves W.)
- Jonah Keri is at his best when writing about the Expos, including Pedro Martinez.
It’s September 11th. Those words mean so much more in New York City today. Here’s an apt new song by the Avett Brothers and some New York baseball reading.
- Few people, if anybody, can write about baseball like Roger Angell. His easy, lyrical prose captures the joyful meaninglessness of the game so perfectly. Notice how he refers to a certain Yankee shortstop by his first name in this pleasant little New Yorker essay. It’s as if he is writing about his friends — he respects the ballplayers as humans, not as greater beings on a pedestal.
- Todd Drew’s Lasting Yankee Stadium Memory entry on the Bronx Banter Blog has been selected by Leigh Montville as part of the newest edition of Best American Sports Writing. It’s only the second blog entry to be selected for the series, edited by friend of PnP Glenn Stout. Todd isn’t around to see it, but if you read the piece you’ll understand how deserving he is. As Bronx Banter’s Alex Belth put it “To be included in this series–one that he adored to no end–would have knocked him on his ass.”
- Jeff Pearlman has had it with the 2009 edition of the New York Mets. He even makes an unfortunate comparison to the awful Bobby Bonilla Mets of 1992. Pearlman writes: “Although these 2009 Mets are not nearly as bad, humanity-wise, as the edition from 17 years ago, the season has been an even greater disaster.
- And because much of north Jersey is practically a borough, I include this great story from the New York Times about the Newark Bears and their litany of veteran major leaguers waiting for — and not getting — that big September call up. Keith Foulke. Armando Benitez. Jacque Jones. Carl Everett. The list goes on. (via East Windup Chronicle)
Whoah, it’s a Weekend Reading post. Without further ado, your weekly dose of Robert Duvall and some nice bullet points:
- Matt Wieters!
- Dan Quisenberry!
- Fernando Perez, new Tampa Ray call up and old school South American poet, has penned a very nice, but slightly sentimentalist essay for Poetry Magazine. Me? Jealous? Nah (via the scoop stealers over at Walkoff Walk)
- Lions in Winter: Former Situational Essayist Reeves shares three fantastic profiles of over-the-hill baseball gods over at Meanderings. Go over there, then guess which of the recommendations was mine, then fill up his comment section with odes to my taste when it comes to long form journalism.
- Craig Calcaterra has written a moving essay on growing up with Ernie Harwell, who was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer. I really believe that nobody can shape a baseball fan’s experience more evocatively than a broadcaster.
- A silly press release arrived in the PnP inbox this morning from the union representing Aramark stadium concession employees. I’d have deleted it right away, but I think they merit attention for creativity, finding the first practical explanation of Pythagorean Luck.
In a comparison between teams with home stadiums that use Aramark and teams with home stadiums that do not, Workers United found that non-Aramark teams’ average luck is 40 and Aramark teams’ average luck is -1.93.”
And some bad news: I accidentally deleted the Pitchers and Poets twitter account. It was a mistake and it should be back up soon. Please don’t tell Ted.
Update: Twitter is back. Still don’t tell Ted.
In the midst of various PnP relocations, Weekend Reading directs you to an eternal debate, an eternal great, and some technological mishaps and marvels.
- Rick Soisson offers an alternative vision of the eternal question at The Baseball Chronicle: who is the best hitter of all time?
- Keith Olbermann explores the form of another baseball great: Christy Mathewson, who pitched in a time before film.
- Is John Smoltz the latest All-Time Great to fizzle at the end of his career away from the town where he built his legend? The Sporting Blog discusses, and notes some other late-career faders.
- Sons of Steve Garvey found an abbreviationally challenged mini-scoreboard.
Some seriously eerie, and even uncanny, footage of pitching and batting robots. Kind of a Dennis Eckersley sidewinder thing going on there. via East Windup Chronicle
- If ever technology has raised the stakes of human history, it is in the eminently searchable, enthralling Dressed to the Nines database of baseball uniforms through history. via UniWatch
For reasons unbeknown to even myself, the Weekend Reading feature disappeared from this blog a couple months ago. Today Weekend Reading returns, with good baseball-ish reading from around the web. I would also like to make a quick programming note: The blog maybe a little bit barren over the next couple of weeks because Ted and I are both in the process of moving. We appreciate your patience, and if you feel like filling the void with a Situational Essay, please drop a line.
- Jonah Keri has a really nice essay on Canadian-ness, Haverford College (Alma Mater of PnP ally Ben), and how Joe Carter is responsible for his happy marriage.
- This is old, but I really want to link to it. Jack-of-all-trades Ken Levine imagines Aaron Sorkin’s take on Moneyball. The tonal accuracy is almost scary, especially if you are a West Wing fan:
EXT. KAUFFMAN STADIUM — NIGHT
THE MANAGER, LEO, TROTS OUT TO THE MOUND TO TALK TO BELEAGURED PITCHER, DANNY (THERE’S ALWAYS A DANNY). THE BASES ARE LOADED. THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS. IT’S GAME SEVEN OF THE WORLD SERIES.
LEO
You can’t get a good lobster in this town.
DANNY
Last I checked we were in Kansas City.
LEO
4.6 billion pork ribs sold every year and 18.9 tons of beef consumed annually since 1997 –
DANNY
They like their beef, what can I tell ya?
LEO
But you’d think just for variety’s sake.
DANNY
I can still throw my curve.
- East Windup Chronicle has a hilarious look at the often ridiculous names foreign players used to be given in the Chinese Professional Baseball League:
Some standout examples: Pitcher Jose Nunez was originally going to be named “Man-Han (滿漢) ” after a President brand of instant noodles, but the team thought twice after a poor spring training. Jose Cano–Yankee Robinson’s Dad–was named “A-Q (阿Q)”, also after a brand of instant noodles. Former Sinon Bull Timothy Fortugno’s name “Feng Qing” translates to “Amourous Feelings (風情)”, while probably the best name belonged to pitcher Chinatrust pitcher Derek Hasselhoff, who was named “Li-Mai-Ke (李麥克)”, the Chinese name for Michael Knight from Knight Rider. Sinon Pitcher Gustavo Lopez was named “Feng-Kang” (楓康) after a brand of plastic and aluminum kitchen products, one of several Sinon players named after household items.
*In a semi-related story, my friend Brett went to school in Nanjing and said the English names that Chinese kids gave themselves were often hilarious along the same lines. His roommate (I think it was his roommate) named himself Legolas, for example, after the Lord of the Rings character.
- Jose Rijo and Raul Mondesi are running against one another for the position of mayor of San Cristobal, in the Dominican Republic. I’d like to take this moment to announce the first ever Pitchers & Poets political endorsement. We will be supporting Sr. Mondesi in his candidacy.
The horrifying near-death of a Portland Oregon area girl has resulted in perhaps the funniest baseball related headline I’ve ever read. The lead ain’t half bad either:
Ground Swallows Girl As She Plays Baseball
PORTLAND, Ore. — A 9-year-old girl playing baseball on city land Wednesday was suddenly swallowed by a sink hole and was rescued by the children playing with her.
The child’s grandmother said it’s a miracle her granddaughter is alive after she fell through the top of an old septic or cesspool system in a vacant lot owned by the city of Portland.No one knew it was there and the city filled the hole Thursday afternoon. City workers said the hole was anywhere from 16 to 20 feet deep.What seemed like a carefree game of baseball Wednesday turned scary for three children when Paje Wiklund, 9, disappeared under the ground as she was running to first base.

Meanwhile, ESPN The Mag has a nice profile on the gaping sinkhole that may or may not exist inside Manny Ramirez’s head. As usual, the story’s best insight comes from Russell Branyan:
When Manny talks to mere mortal hitters, his advice can be as frustrating as it is enlightening. “When I was playing with him in Cleveland,” says Branyan, “Manny was trying to help me, and he asked, ‘Why do you swing at inside fastballs when you can’t hit them?’ I’m thinking, Because I’m geared up, and by the time I realize it’s an inside fastball, it’s too late to stop. And Manny would say, like it was easy, ‘I don’t swing at that pitch unless I’ve got two strikes. And then I just try to foul it off.’ So, basically, he’s playing a different game.”
One time, Ramirez laid it all out for Branyan, gave him the whole hitting equation. “He told me that he put 70 percent of his weight on his back foot and 40 percent of his weight on his front foot. And even though I knew the numbers didn’t add up, I thought for a second, I’ve got to try that.”
And most importantly, Josh Wilker at Cardboard Gods shines a light on the internet’s newest sensation: Big Lebowski Baseball Cards:
I may well have this wrong, but I believe the project got its start at Achiever Card Blog and Cheese and Beer and then got a boost from the photoshop master at Punk Rock Paint along with other contributions from Tastes Like Dirt and White Sox Cards.
Anyway, if anybody sees an Arthur Digby Sellers card sitting around, please let me know. I’m in the market.


