Month: August 2015 (Page 2 of 2)

Friday Vid

“Summer of ’69” – Bryan Adams

I heard this song yesterday and it seemed perfect for this weekend, our last one before school begins next week. A moment of nostalgia on all the fun stuff we’ve crammed into the last two months. Granted, Adams was looking back at slightly different subject matter than the girls and I will think of when we think of the summer of ’15.

Man, is it a great sounding song, with that gorgeous, chiming second guitar that was a huge influence on Ryan Adams’ self-titled album of last year. I listened to the whole Reckless album yesterday, and it holds up really well, “Heaven” aside.

Oh, and holy disturbing ending to the video, Batman!

July Books

Up, Up, & Away – Jonah Keri

Keri’s first book, The Extra 2%, was destined to disappoint. Its focus was the small market, small budget Tampa Bay (Devil) Rays and their rise to become perennial contenders in the American League East. That was a problem, because it was impossible not to compare it to Michael Lewis’ Moneyball, his look at a small market, small budget team’s rise to prominence. As good a writer as Keri is, he’s not in Lewis’ class, and Moneyball is one of the all-time great sports books.

Fortunately, with his second book, Keri went with a subject close to his heart and in a realm of sports writing – the broad, organizational history – that isn’t dominated by one accepted classic. The result is a much better, and more enjoyable book.

Keri follows the history of his hometown team, the Montreal Expos. He begins in the days before big league ball in Montreal, when the AAA Royals were the farm club for the Brooklyn Dodgers and home to Jackie Robinson before he broke the big league color barrier. He moves through Montreal positioning itself to get an expansion franchise in 1969 and the struggles to build an ownership group and stadium. Then he dives into not only the early years of the franchise on the field, but also into their efforts to obtain young talent. Quite similar to the Kansas City Royals, the Expos drafted a ton of great, athletic players in the early and mid–70s that resulted in an incredibly strong roster beginning in about 1979. Gary Carter, Andre Dawson, Ellis Valentine, Steve Rogers, Tim Wallach, and Tim Raines to name just a few. Where the Royals kept running into the Yankees in the playoffs, Montreal always seemed to come up just short within their division. Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, or St. Louis were always just a little better.

Until 1981’s flukey schedule, thanks to the two-month player strike, that gave the Expos their only playoff appearance and saw them achingly close to reaching the World Series before Rick Monday’s two-out home run in the ninth inning of game five of the NLCS.

By 1994, the Expos were loaded again, with Pedro Martinez, Cliff Floyd, Moses Alou, Larry Walker, and Marquis Grissom. That group led Montreal to the best record in baseball before another players strike wiped out the last six weeks of the regular season and entire postseason. From there it was a long, sad slide until the team fled Canada for Washington, D.C. in 2005.

Keri strikes a nice balance. He offers a rich and humorous look and the franchise’s often checkered history. He got terrific insights from former players, members of the management, and folks around Montreal. And he sprinkles his own vivid memories in at key moments.

This is a terrific read about a forgotten franchise.

Murder At Cape Three Points – Kwei Quartey

A fine, brisk mystery set in Ghana. I loved the little linguistic elements Quartey, a son of Ghanaians who is a physician in California, inserted into his dialogs.

Dark Star – Alan Furst

A few years back I found a list of Must Read espionage novels, with this making the cut. So I was a bit chagrined when, as I was roughly halfway through it, I discovered it is book two of a 13-book series. Crap.

As it turns out, I believe the series is a little like Olen Steinhauer’s Yalta Boulevard series, where although there are characters and historical features that carry over through each book, they are also all just fine read on their own. Still, I’m going back to book one next.

Where the Yalta Boulevard series explores Eastern Europe during the Cold War years, this series (Night Solidiers, named after the first book) focus on the same area before and during World War II.

In this entry, the main character is André Szara, a Polish Jew by birth, who works as a roving correspondent for Pravda, the Soviet news agency. Over the years he’s done a few favors for the NKVD, the Soviet intelligence agency. As Europe hurtles toward war, though, the requests become more involved. He spies on people of interest, runs agents in Germany, investigates a link between the Soviet and German intelligence agencies in France, until, gradually, he is more agent than journalist. Through all this he must navigate the tricky political waters of Soviet bureaucracy which, in the age of Stalin, always means a wrong step can cost you your life.

As Szara’s immersion in the intelligence world gets deeper, so to does the drama of the story. The first 100 pages or so meander along as pure setup. It took me over a week to get to page 200, but then knocked out the last 200+ pages in about a day. The final section is especially harrowing, as Szara gets caught in the German invasion of Poland that kicks off the war.

Furst hits a fine balance between pure story and exploring the details of the life of a spy in the lead up to war. It would be easy to get bogged down in the internal politics Szara faces, or brush against those too lightly. He gets it just right.

So it looks like I have another series to read.

R’s: Some Week

Some week for Your Kansas City Royals! Let’s review.

Last Sunday they acquired Johnny Cueto from Cincinnati then went out and beat Houston ace Dallas Keuchel to get a series win against a possible playoff opponent.

Monday they flew to Cleveland and pounded the Indians in game one.

Tuesday they made another trade, grabbing Ben Zobrist from the A’s. That night, behind a clutch homer by Eric Hosmer and perhaps the best defensive play you will ever see, edged the Indians and Trevor Bauer 2–1.

Wednesday was a nasty get-away day loss to Cleveland.

Thursday in game one against the dangerous Toronto Blue Jays, Danny Duffy couldn’t keep the ball in the stadium and the Royals fell 5–2.

Friday the bullpen coughed up a lead in Cueto’s first start, leading to a loss in 11 innings.

Saturday the Royals came back from an early deficit, with Zobrist hitting two home runs, to stop the losing streak.

And then Sunday. An early HBP, with Edinson Volquez plunking Josh Donaldson in the first inning, got things started. Donaldson got brushed back two more times, another Toronto hitter had to lean away from some high heat, and when Alcides Escobar got hit in retaliation there was shouting and pointing and side hugs as both benches cleared. Apparently it was too hot to fight, though, and things never got out of hand. Escobar getting hit nearly backfired on the Jays, as Zobrist went deep to make it a one-run game in the 8th. But Kelvin Herrera gave those runs right back and the R’s took their fourth loss in five games. They still have the best record in the AL and the biggest lead in baseball. This winning thing is new to many Royals fans, so we’re having to learn (or relearn) how to not panic over the inevitable cold stretches in a 162-game season.

As for Sunday’s nonsense, the in-game stuff wasn’t terrible. Most of the Blue Jays hang out over the plate, looking to take away the inside part of the plate and crush anything over it or away. Volquez had every right to try to establish that the inside of the plate was his. I think the umpire’s refusal to toss him was an indication that this was a reasonable/defensible strategy on Volquez’s part.[1] The Blue Jays, especially noted hot head Donaldson, should quit bitching when a pitch is three inches inside and wouldn’t be close to a batter that wasn’t crowding the plate. You want to throw your body out there over the plate, you have to be prepared to shut up and take your base if you take one in the shoulder.

I wish Escobar had done exactly that – shut up and taken his base – when he got hit. It was obvious someone on the Royals was going to get hit. He took one in the knee. There was no need to stand around and stare and pour just a little bit of gas onto the fire.

Then again, it was hot, these are baseball players we’re dealing with, unwritten rules to worry about, and a lots of testosterone flowing. That last part is especially problematic.

Things got silly after the game, with stupid Twitter posts that seemed to raise the temperature level even further, followed by the inevitable apologies and walking back of rhetoric on Monday.[2]

It was a dramatic, exciting series between the best team in the league and the most explosive team in the league. Both teams made big moves last week. As much as the Royals helped themselves, the Blue Jays likely helped themselves even more. Toronto seems to be the team outside the current AL playoff standings most likely to make a run and claim a spot before the season ends. A Blue Jays – Royals playoff series could really be something, harkening back to those KC-NY match ups in the 1970s when the teams hated each other and there were often physical encounters during games.

So it was a big week for the Royals. Between acquisitions, amazing plays, and the drama of the Toronto series, about as active of a regular season week as I can remember.


  1. Of course, if you’re a Toronto fan, or if things had been reversed, the opposite argument is certainly worth discussing.  ↩
  2. Seriously, someone take away Yordano Ventura’s phone anytime he gets fired up.  ↩

Monday Links

Finally getting the backlog cleared out.


Some more tidbits about the rather excellent summer movie lineup of 1985.

14 Blockbuster Facts About the Summer Movies of 1985


I’m not sure why, but I’ve enjoyed Tiger Woods’ fall. I don’t get it because I absolutely loved him in his prime. It’s not like he was Lance Armstrong and cheating and lying about his performance constantly through that run. He was just being a dog in his personal life, something that I almost expect from professional athletes.

Perhaps it’s the hubris in Tiger, how he refuses to acknowledge how his body and game have changed, how he refuses to seek counsel of people who have pissed him off over the years, how he insists that he’s always one swing change away from putting it all together again yet his game keeps getting more-and-more mediocre.

But I’ll admit, if he ever does put it back together, I’ll be watching.

Joe Posnanski had a terrific look at where Tiger is right now.

Tiger Reaches the Point of No Return


Michael Schur offers up one of his all-time favorite sports moments. It’s wicked funny and awkward.

You Missed This: The Greatest Moment in the History of the Triple-A All-Star Game


Audiophiles love to slag on the MP3. Yes, early MP3 sounded like garbage. But once bandwidth limits went up in the late ’00s and higher bit-rate MP3s became more common, they really didn’t sound that much different than songs played from physical media. The MP3 was the great democratizer of the music world.

The AV Club offered up an ode to the much-maligned format last week.

How the MP3 helped build a pop utopia


Speaking of MP3, this is pretty spectacular. From Devour, kids react to the first iPod. We’ve come a long way!


Another awesome internet mashup, this time hip hop with classic baseball cards.

Straight Outta Cooperstown


In both video and chart form, a list of the running gags on Arrested Development. That show has stood up so well over time.


Finally, a piece near and dear to my heart. As my About page reads, what I publish here is all the information I would have crammed into letters back in college, or into long emails in the years after college. So it has disappointed me as lengthy emails have largely disappeared over the last decade.

Teddy Wayne offers an ode to emails of length and substance.

A Eulogy for the Long, Intimate Email

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