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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Just when you think Nats fans have suffered enough, along comes the latest atrocity:
The Nationals will have a new color man this year for their TV broadcasts: the always-colorful Rob Dibble. MASN announced today that Dibble has signed a multi-year deal to broadcast the games alongside Bob Carpenter. Dibble is replacing Don Sutton, who requested a release from his contract -- presumably to take a broadcasting job with the Atlanta Braves.
The eleven people who watch Nats games will soon be suffering unspeakable horror.
(thanks to Wooden U. Lykteneau for the heads up)
I'm not writing jack today, but these guys are:
By all means, take a stroll around the neighborhood. You'll be glad you did.
For those of you unable to make it to Kansas City.
If you're like me, and you hate those stupid Under Armour logos on the outfield doors at Wrigley Field, this is good news:
The Chicago Cubs baseball team has sued Under Armour Inc, charging the athletic clothing and shoe maker with reneging on a five-year sponsorship agreement worth $10.8 million.
Of course, I have to admit that even if that sort of thing is good news for aesthetic purposes, it's bad news for baseball. There are countless companies hemorrhaging money in this poo sandwich of an economy, and you can bet that as things continue to go bad, they're going to cut back or, as Under Armour is alleged to have done, renege on sports sponsorship deals.
Fans of the now-defunct Capitol Punishment blog will be happy to see that Chris Needham is writing about the Nats again, this time for NBC.
As he explains at the old space, he's only doing it for the Benjamins. Well, since it's blogging, he's probably only doing for the Jacksons and maybe the Grants, but you get the idea. At least I hope it's just about the money, because anyone who would subject themselves to as much Nats baseball as he does on a volunteer basis is certifiably insane.
I watched the movie "Five Easy Pieces" for about the tenth time last night, and it never gets old. Fabulous movie. If someone told me I had a day to live, I'd probably cue it up.
But one thing has always bothered me about it. Well, not the movie, especially, but the reaction to its most famous scene. You know which one I'm talking about (and if you don't, here it is). The reaction you often get to that are cheers for Nicholson for telling that waitress to hold the chicken between her knees. That's great and all, but no one ever seems to remember Nicholson's first line when they're back in the car: "Yeah, well, I didn't get it, did I?" referring to the toast he wanted. It's not a scene of triumph. It's a scene of impotent rage, and no one ever seems to acknowledge this.
Sometimes I feel like this with respect to a great article about why Jim Rice shouldn't be in the Hall of Fame or why Derek Jeter's defense is horrible. Sure, my first impulse is to cheer -- and hear everyone else's cheers too -- but then I realize that no one's mind has been changed. At least that of anyone who matters. Unworthy guys will be elected to the Hall, and Jeter -- or Michael Young or someone else who occasionally looks slick but is actually terrible with the leather -- will win the gold glove. The idiots win an awful lot, and because of it, it tempers my excitement.
Um, sorry about that, but my wife kind of hates that movie, so I had to talk to someone about it. Anyway, today at THT:
The more forceful the hip rotation, the more torque Arrieta creates between his torso and hips. The bigger the separation between his torso and hips, the more power is transmitted to the shoulder. The more power transmitted to the shoulder, the greater the potential for velocity--as long as the kinetic chain is in-sync throughout the delivery, which Arrieta's is.
That's what SHE said.
It seems like I've been doing this a lot lately, but I'm going to apologize in advance for what will be, in all likelihood, a very short day around here, as I have some business to attend to in town. Yes, I suppose that's a rather dramatic way to put it, but I've always wanted to say it.