Here's an unexpected best of the web bobbing up in a stream of otherwise typical post-game conversation following the Giants victory over the St. Louis Cardinals in tonight's seventh and deciding game of this year's National League Championship Series, found deep in the thousands of comment appended to the game at ESPN's MLB site:
Mr. Jesus Christ
How'd you guys like that little broken-bat number I came up with for Pence? Man said a little prayer walking to the plate and I didn't want to disappoint him...
FastBallEddy
I thought he made a deal with the devil.
Mr. Jesus Christ
I know, right? Surprisingly I'm involved in most of the sports-related stuff. Goes back to my love of the chariot races....
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October 22, 2012
November 08, 2010
On What's Drawn From Our Sabers At Baseball-Reference.com
It's put down as a strikeout on the scorecard, the backward "K" signifying a called third strike to end the game.
The record of the event doesn't admit the batter's angry glance back at the umpire, however integrally bound to the moment as it actually transpired.
"Glanced angrily at the umpire" must go and live in the realm of yarns about the game, where all the narrative threads that lead to and then out of that angrily given glare at its end can be found, tellings associated however loosely with the game noted in the record.
The yarn, given what people are willing to listen to over and over, may or may not last. It's nice to have a basic record at the very least, and what baseball-reference.com makes of baseball's basic records is an invaluable aid to anyone experiencing the rarely exercised impulse to make informed comment about the game, for whatever good that ever does.
The record of the event doesn't admit the batter's angry glance back at the umpire, however integrally bound to the moment as it actually transpired.
"Glanced angrily at the umpire" must go and live in the realm of yarns about the game, where all the narrative threads that lead to and then out of that angrily given glare at its end can be found, tellings associated however loosely with the game noted in the record.
The yarn, given what people are willing to listen to over and over, may or may not last. It's nice to have a basic record at the very least, and what baseball-reference.com makes of baseball's basic records is an invaluable aid to anyone experiencing the rarely exercised impulse to make informed comment about the game, for whatever good that ever does.
October 27, 2010
A World Series Factlet: Attention Umpires
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent
If you can't say it, you do leave it silently unsaid; sometimes this is for the best, sometimes not, your purposes being what they are.
You may or may not have vocabulary adequate to express that of which "whereof" bespeaks. If you can't form the meaningful words thereof, if it's out of the bounds of what's expressible by you, everything you can say can be about something else but never quite that which you might have said on that for which you must now remain silent perforce, not having the adequate words.
Or, it may simply never occur to you, either from ignorance or preoccupation, to say anything at all on the matter. Whereof you know not, thereof you shall not speak, so to say.
Or you may be interrupted or distracted before you have a chance to say what you had to say, leading to a silence equalling the other silences collecting around the prospective word thereof.
Wittgenstein was into some pretty abstruse arguments in his little chapbook, the Tractatus, but this last one, good old proposition 7, is the one that certainly justifies but rarely predicts my own silence on this and a raft of other subjects.
If you can't say it, you do leave it silently unsaid; sometimes this is for the best, sometimes not, your purposes being what they are.
You may or may not have vocabulary adequate to express that of which "whereof" bespeaks. If you can't form the meaningful words thereof, if it's out of the bounds of what's expressible by you, everything you can say can be about something else but never quite that which you might have said on that for which you must now remain silent perforce, not having the adequate words.
Or, it may simply never occur to you, either from ignorance or preoccupation, to say anything at all on the matter. Whereof you know not, thereof you shall not speak, so to say.
Or you may be interrupted or distracted before you have a chance to say what you had to say, leading to a silence equalling the other silences collecting around the prospective word thereof.
Wittgenstein was into some pretty abstruse arguments in his little chapbook, the Tractatus, but this last one, good old proposition 7, is the one that certainly justifies but rarely predicts my own silence on this and a raft of other subjects.
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