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Weekend Reading: Lobster And Instant Noodles

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.

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.

Weekend Reading: Gaping Sinkholes And El Duderino Edition

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

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.

Weekend Reading: Albert Pujols, Japan’s Yu Darvish, SABR Archive

Something for everybody this weekend, and even a Thomas Friedman reference:

First, Joe Posnanski is at his best in this profile of Albert Pujols for Sports Illustrated. Pujols isn’t the most charismatic guy, and with the numbers he puts up it’s easy to kind of look at him like some sort of baseball Terminator.But what makes Pujols interesting, at least in my view, is precisely that. Nobody outside of hardcore fans and select Missourians seem to know or care about Albert Pujols, despite how insanely good he is.  JoePos  meditates on heroism and dives into all the important questions surrounding the stoic, god-fearing, Dominican baseball robot in St. Louis:

Baseball, perhaps more than any other sport, has been about heroes. Ted Williams went to war—twice—and hit a home run in his last at bat; Hank Aaron hit home runs by night while stuffing the racist letters he received into a shoebox during the day. Sandy Koufax refused to pitch on Yom Kippur, and Reggie Jackson hit three home runs in a World Series game, and Cal Ripken played every inning every day. There is a good story about every baseball hero, and the best of those have always involved a child, a home run and a corny ending. Will you hit a home run for me, Babe? Sure I will, kid.

Albert Pujols has a baseball hero story like that. He has just about the most amazing baseball hero story you have ever heard. But does anyone want to hear a baseball hero story these days?

Second, the Wall Street Journal has a great piece on the geobaseballpolitical relationship between the United States and East Asia, especially Japan. It focuses mostly on Yu Darvish. You might know Darvish as Japan’s resident half-Iranian WBC-curiosity/Nippon Ham Fighter ace/Teenage Hearthrob. Turns out, Darvish’s biography reads like a Tom Friedman column on the joys of globalization. (h/t Spolitical):

Japan’s rising star might not have been raised there at all had it not been for the hostage crisis at Tehran’s U.S. Embassy that started in 1979. Mr. Darvishsefad, the son of a travel agent, left Iran for the U.S. as a 17-year-old aspiring soccer player and met his Japanese wife-to-be when they attended the same college in Florida. They moved to Japan, but he expected to spend only two years there before returning to the U.S. to get a Ph.D. — until the rupture in U.S.-Iran relations led him to worry about increasing hostility there.

Last, for all the stat-heads up there, the Society for American Baseball Resarch (SABR) has begun digitizing its archives. Every issue from 1972 to 1989 is available and Walkoff Walk has already dug up some gems:

• A 1972 article showed correlation between World Series winner and Presidential election winner, around two decades before the news media noticed, en masse, that a recent Redskins’ game result decided election winners. Truly, SABR was a revolutionary organization from the very beginning.

• Another 1972 article, “Birds, Bees and Baseball,” contains the following anecdote, which I must reproduce in full:

A record for distance in throwing a frog probably was established close to 30 years ago by Donald Atkinson, an umpire in the Georgia-Florida League.

Atkinson was working behind the plate on a very hot day in a game between Moultrie and Albany. He was in his shirt sleeves with a canvas bag in which he kept his supply of balls slung over his shoulder.

In the fifth inning one of the Albany players hit a foul fly that went over the grandstand. Atkinson reached into his bag to get another ball. What he got hold of was a live frog. He let out a yip and threw the frog half way to the next county. He never did find out which player had sneaked the frog into the bag.




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