The After-Met: Baseball 2009...From the Ridiculous to the Surreal
Just another golden shower for Victorino.
Front-runners and other participants at the Yankers parade expressed and exhibited their smug American-ness in all sorts of different ways (warning: link is suitable for work, or at least it was produced at work, but there is nudity). Scholar-bloggers expressed their disappointment/resignation as to what the latest Yankees business acquisition means for baseball in other ways.
To remember that the Mets 2009 Metastrophe even wiped out an entire level of their supposed future: Fmart and J-Niese going down in flames.
The bald eagle.
Pay-Rod feeds the compliant media lines about how he wants to play for free. You know, as long as there is an opportunity to pose shirtless at some point.
Nine months later [after getting caught with steroid drugs], Rodriguez wore a black porkpie hat and swayed to Jay-Z’s “Empire State of Mind” at City Hall to celebrate a championship. While the parade was special, Rodriguez, like some of the cold and eager fans, was already aching for more baseball.
“I wish we could just continue to play,” Rodriguez said. “Just show up and play for no reason. We have such a good group of guys. You know. No umpires, no scores. Just show up and have fun, like a softball game.”
Reading Brown's essay, I also have to wonder what happens when we collectively get tired of the "citizen journalists" who write "from the fan perspective" and all the experts are gone--both the charlatans undressed by the "fexperts," and the insightful commentators moved out to pasture by the general failure of the journalist business model--and "we" (fans) are the only ones to listen to about baseball, other than a few jocks? Mom's basement has become an ironic rallying cry among bloggers, but it gets damp down there and I'm not sure if I want the view from the basement to be the only one available. Accepting this norm, the baseball fan equivalent of happily busing our own tables at McDonald's so that the giant corporation doesn't have to pay anyone to do it, may yet turn out to be a wrong turn.
It's hotstove time...do you know where your GM is?
Above, an attendee of the Latin Grammy Awards exhibits strangely fake looking body parts. And, on the right, old Omar Minaya fave Sammy Sosa.