It’s not what you dreamed of, throwing a comfortable baseball into the back garden at a woman who swings and fails, swings and fails, while the other woman, who is destined to run the makeshift bases and fuck balls, stops to do a swing show, absolutely decayed from the procedure. The sky is an orange smeared with butter that opposes the dark trees of the night as the sun sets somewhere you can’t see. Your wife has the camera, and the symbol will be too dark and strangely trimmed, the familiar garden foliage a menacing wave in the background.
It’s just your arms in the frame, still outstretched after years of paddling, passing, and throwing baseballs. Really pitching, not what you’re doing here, highlighted in a blonde woman swaying and failing every time. Right in her position, check that the chaos at the bottom of her rotates around the same planet as her arms; you watch to keep her from falling to one knee as she rocks. She says she’s okay, dad, she’s okay, I get it, and she sways and misses and falls to her knees. You give up the concept of her being the rookie pitcher for the University of Washington softball team. She is excluded from the roster for the All-CYO basketball tournament because she is as poor at throwing a basketball as she is at a baseball, and she cries. She recommends that you simply row like you because she also has a strong and broad back, and that doesn’t seem like a compliment to her. Finally, when she is placed for the third year directly on the first-year volleyball team, you let the last remnants of the concept that she made in your image pass you by.
Your interests become less attractive to you. It’s a hidden book, under the headphones, a level curtain. You’re in the dark now, or it’s after a sunset you can’t see, among the menacing backyard bureaucracy. Once he helped her fix her car, a fickle curler of everything she inherited from her grandmother, she twists too much and breaks a piece in the engine compartment, a small, unimportant room, but you laugh and say “not so brutal, Gorgo,” which was your nickname in college, when you were strong and had rowed many miles a year And she cries and jumps , and then they yell at you.
And yet, all the time, you ask to pass and fish, the festive dinners and the summer holidays, and then one day she says yes; the garden is covered with plants now and is too small anyway, so you walk down the street into the park and run towards the lawn like a dog released from its leash, in a position to hunt flies; you can catch anything, you have so much power stored after years of ballet recitals and musical theater exhibits and you sit in the dark.
As the years go by, yeses become more frequent, but your body, that trusted companion, begins to say no; you keep your foot on the ground, but the car won’t run like it used to. There are others, smaller ones: you leave the milk too much from time to time and pass a sign on the fridge; you go to the car wash and your wallet; words become slippery fish, difficult to master as they pass through your mind, whose transparent river is now dotted with dark stains, things you once knew but no longer know, to which you cannot return. The park is too much now, so you walk back to the patio, where she offers you candy that digs up your glove every time. You transfer to a baseball, a sunny orange that’s easy for her to dig up when your pitches go wrong, which they don’t do now, in that unfamiliar black expanse of the backyard, the dark trees down there, a wave you can’t. prevent on the beak, until I emerge from the dark, bright ball held in the air, calling him okay, dad, they gave it to me.
For much of its history, baseball was in conflict with religion. Churches did not need to cede their ethical authority over the nation, especially to a game they considered depraved. In an effort to win over this devoted audience, professional baseball groups have banned alcohol consumption, gambling and profaze language. In response, devoted groups suggested that people ban baseball on Sundays. Although this dispute lasted until the 1930s, when professional baseball nevertheless triumphed, several attempts were made to merge the two wonderful ethical forces of society.
Connecticut’s blue legislation, which had somehow been in force since the early 1640s, prohibited a lot of Sunday activities, according to the laws of other New England states. One of the activities was, of course, baseball. little to suppress the growing fervor of baseball enthusiasts in the early 1900s or to convince connecticuters that Protestant churches were compatible with modernity. It soon became transparent that if they were forced to stand between baseball and the church, the maximum of other people would come first.
This is no less true in South Norwalk, a small town on the state’s south coast. Desperate to discover its relevance, the Church of South Norwalk attempted an experiment on an April 1913 day: betting a baseball game inside the church. he faced the junior and senior members of the Christian Endeavour Society who opposed them, with the juniors winning 8-3. The reverend of the church, of course, served as arbitrator. In front of a crowded church, the most exciting moment of the game was put here in the ninth inning, when an emerging senior hitter started a play in which the team’s three runs were scored. In addition, the excitement lasted a while after the third of those three rounds, and the juniors endured for a comfortable victory. .
In a box describing the duration of the score as above, the game gave the impression of being quite routine, apart from the place of play, but in reality this game looked little like baseball, it wasn’t gloves, bats or bullets. , the pitcher threw biblical questions at the batsmen. If the batter answered 3 questions poorly, canceled and answered one of the 3 correctly, he was given a hit. The circuits are imaginable if the batter correctly answers each of the 3 questions, although nothing like this has happened in the game.
While the game was a wonderful good fortune in the eyes of its participants, it was not repeated, baseball continued to play with the bat and ball, and the church remained in an activityless position. continued for some time. But that shaping baseball in the church, the opposite happened; the stadiums repositioned churches and prayers to the gods of baseball repositioned those of the Christian God. Perhaps this little church in South Norwalk has a more wonderful understanding of baseball than it looks.
Recent studies in the 3rd Millennium Archives show that Major League Baseball general managers have started playing at Virgiliana Sorts; In the decade of the time of the 21st century. Like the Roman generals two millennia ago, baseball general managers drew random lines of Virgil’s Aeida to guess his long run. At that time, wisdom had evolved largely into rational and algorithmic lines, controlled through knowledge tools such as spreadsheets. However, the long term has remained impenetrable. The poet Virgil, who had had magical powers, was expected to give the groups the obligatory merit to secure the glories of postseason baseball.
Unfortunately, baseball general managers had no more luck with Virgil than the Roman generals. It is said that by reading a randomly decided online message in the Aeida, Hadrian predicted that he would succeed Trajan as emperor, and in fact he did, and continued. ruled as emperor of Rome for 21 years. However, Gordian II, also betting Virgilian Sorts, predicted that he would have a long list of successors. But after ruling Rome as co-emperor for 21 days, Gordian II died in the war with a successor. , a nephew.
Baseball general managers shared the results. The archives are fragmentary, however, existing evidence suggests that Red Sox general manager Theo Epstein, in the midst of a career reminiscent of Hadrian’s, wrote to Mookie Betts drawing this line from Aeide’s e-book 7:
On the other hand, Virgilianae Sortes opposed the bets of twins general manager Thad Levine when in 2017 he debated the possibility of signing Michael Pineda, and in the end he did so, having drawn this line from e-book 4:
Nor does he think that such a reputation can be fragile or floating
We have not been able to locate a hint of Levine’s career after Pineda and cannot speculate whether his track record resembles that of the deficient Gordian II. Perhaps this difference belongs to Astros general manager Jeff Luhnow, who fired from his assignment in 2020. The study team uncovered a very broken and fragmentary record suggesting he drew this line from Book 6 in the days following his firing. :
Although this is far from conclusive, we have not been able to locate any additional information about Luhnow’s fate.
Before the use of exascale computing was updated, the long term was unkistakable, so games had to be played in genuine time to discover the results. In fact, the evidence suggests that all mankind had to live its life in a genuine time. that the neurotic anguish of an unkistakable long-term explains a wide variety of long-forgotten antisocial institutions, such as religion, racism, sexism and deception. We believe that such anxiety was once strong enough to distort the human condition. Our search continues.
When I woke up from sleep in silence before dawn on January 19 in Pennsylvania, Auckland Tuatara and the Canberra Cavalry entered the 12th inning of a game on the penultimate weekend of the normal Australian Baseball League season.
The Cases of the Tuatara have been somewhat strange throughout the season, the most that caught my eye was the fact that the Tuatara’s home games last only seven innings, play nine as visitors and all the other groups in the league play nine rounds. house (except in the case of a double title, in which case the first game has seven rounds and time nine, regardless of the host’s location). The shortening is dictated by a broadcast agreement with Sky Sports, intended to facilitate the viewing of the house is a delight for the local fan base. I can’t tell if the difference in two innings makes a big difference for the average viewer starting baseball in Rotorua or Invercargill, but in fact adjusts the flow and reflux of the game, a strategy detail amplified through the relative stiffness of a 40-game season.
The Tuatara also the season in pain: just before the curtain rose in their attempt so far, the hopeful of twins Ryan Costello, a new team member, died in Auckland. Over the next two weeks, the team opened the season 2-8, a complicated position with a quarter of the stopwatch elapsed.
But on January 19, when complicated early responses were discovered, the Auckland Tuatara found the the most in the clutches of the Canberra cavalry for the leadership of the Northeast Division, and with the playoffs imminent, many depended on Sunday’s match in Canberra. MIT Narrabundah Ballpark.
The game began with nine goalless innings and was scored through a series of disturbing glances on the weather radar to check the progress of a serious moving typhoon cell. Because the ABL follows the Conventions of the World Softball Baseball Confederation for tiebreakers at additional innings, the start of the tenth began with runners at the first and base for the time being. Jonny Homza missed a hat-trick and Won-Seok Kim took it with a single, and Auckland took a three-run lead at the back of the entrance. answered, singles with runner David Kandilas before matching the scoreboard with a gift of a no-entry race and a productive gcircular. Circular 11 showed zeros on both sides, but a couple of Homza and Jared Walker circuits gave Auckland 4 heady points. hopefully, to work with.
But tuatara’s best-designed patterns are grouped in the back.
These two automatic runners, one shot shot, some singles, productive outs and a ball base bring Robbie Perkins from Canberra to the plate with the load and the score of 7-6.
Robbie Perkins hits. The ball bounces away from the Auckland catcher and Cam Warner returns home. The score is tied, but Canberra’s next batter can’t eliminate them.
The passing circular without a goal, then the rains arrive.
The score is tied at 7 and after about 30 minutes of official delay, the game is canceled, without finishing later in the works.
There is no mechanism to know how a draw counts, at least in the leaderboard, and therefore each team has half a win (i. e. also half a loss). It’s the logical choice, a way to integrate a 3rd category. in a position where there are only two, but what is a half-victory?A sadness or a triumph? It’s first and foremos tackling it. He’s halfway ahead.
For ABL groups, it was a season for the end. Groups of pitchers replace young players who triumph on the limits of innings before their spring and summer paintings in the northern hemisphere, but practical disorders with baseball seem easy to solve in an environment. of temperate climate, the fires Australia. De the 8 groups of the league, only one, Geelong-Korea, played all 40 games. Canberra and Adelaide have had a series of weekends (four games) cancelled due to air quality, and this season has forced the ABL to create an air. quality policy.
Canberra, having played only 34 games this season, will play scrabble against Perth in Tuesday’s wildcard game. It’s an achievement, of course, to have more wins in 34 games than any other team that had 39 or 40 chances, but Canberra may simply also have led the department with more opportunities. These answers in a baseball season are imperfect, but the logic of a season remains in place: the groups that have had the ultimate fortune in the picture are those that qualify for the playoffs. In the face of climate change, we will have to avoid accepting half-inks going forward.
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One day, Carlos Beltron to humiliate Pete Alonso. He said, “Peter, there’s a ring I’m sure I need you to bring me. I need to use it for spring training, which gives you all winter to locate it. “
“Uh, it’s okay, ” said Pete, “I’m going to go and get it for you, but what makes the ring so special?”
“He has magical powers, ” replied his guyager. ” If a satisfied boy looks at him, he feels dissatisfied, and if an dissatisfied boy looks at him, he feels satisfied. Beltron knew that ring didn’t exist in the world. however, he sought to give Alonso some humility.
The morning the trucks had to leave for Florida, Pete made the decision to walk through Flushing’s tire parks. He went through a brilliant Goodyear Insurance All-Season.
He saw the tire take a forged gold ring from the floor and burn anything on it (Pete later learned that the tire was probably radioactive and strange at first). When Alonso read the words on the ring, his face burst into a broad smile.
“Well, my friend, ” said Beltron, “have you discovered what I sent you next?”To surprise everyone, Alonso softened a little gold ring and said, “Here it is, Daddy Bear!”As soon as Beltron read the inscription, the smile disappeared from his face. The tire had written, “This will happen. “
And that’s why Beltron is no longer the Manager of the Mets. Or not. Possibly it would be an allegory about the brief and impermanent nature of life. How everything changes. (Pete Alonso has never walked twice in the same river, in fact).
What I’m looking for to say is that Short Relief ends his career tomorrow. The two knights passed blown the “surprise. ” But they were a little lying.
Superficially, it looks like a small league when part of your team goes on summer vacation with your circle of family members during the playoffs, but honestly, actually, everything, adding Short Relief, doesn’t stop, it just changes.
Short Relief was a must-see and glorious place. This is where you read the reflections in a different way from very intelligent, kind and artistic Americans looking to come to terms with their love of a game imbued with chess and men.
Yes, after tomorrow, you won’t see those writings in daily portions of two to 3 short pieces, but they won’t go away, you just have to paint harder to locate them, which sucks, but they don’t go away. Baseball is our climate, and we’re going to have a concept of the weather. You’ll see them on Baseball Prospectus’ main website, other posts, blogs, newsletters, books, social media. You’ll hear them talking around campfires, and drinks while baseball, and writers willing to bleed, think and feel and make such a bad word game on the page, exist.
How will they be there?
Always.
Because nothing ends. I’ve already explained it to you, will you allegory?
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