The Names have been changed to Protect the Errorists

The Names have been changed to Protect the Errorists

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Some photos with the New Canon 40D

This is the new 10.1MP dSLR from Canon, called the 40D. I was lucky to get my hands on it for a short preview before its launch.
Check out some of the shots.
Resized for your 56K pleasure


The Joba of Slo-pitch


Perfect Swing


It shoots at 6.5fps


Same as above, but Clay's bat speed is so fast, only 3 shots were captured


The view from Rickey's

Yup, that's cropped from the above shot. The woman is topless, but the man is in Speedos. For Male and Female viewing pleasure (I don't discriminate)

White Gold in the pool at Rickey's place (this is also cropped from the above shot)

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

22 Sept 2007 - Not the Brightest Candle

ONEs: 1st Uboat, 2nd Horfun, 3rd Rube, SS DT, LF Mick, CF Superdad, RF Dr Geok
TWOs: 1st Indiana, 2nd Maglite, 3rd Red Cowboy, SS NewJohn, LF Rugburn, CF Rube, RF H, Rover Lil' One

Game 1: ONEs 14: TWOs 8

It was too hot. Brian wsa freid bofere teh nd fo teh geme.

All I remember was the Newpaper reporter showing up (finally) to interview some of us

The game was pretty fun though, despite the heat. The ground was hard, and the ball took some awkward bounces in the undulating and uneven turf.

It was a close game till the bottom of the 8th, when the ONEs suddenly opened up their big bats, and batted around almost twice, scoring 9 runs to take an unsurmountable lead.

The TWOs had no reply as the ONEs tightened up their defence to take a 1-2-3 9th inning.

The game was too close with too many excellent performances to give out awards.
Everyone deserves an MBP for this game.

Monday, September 17, 2007

15 Sept 2007 - Defensive Struggles


ONEs: 1st Indiana, 2nd Dr Geok, SS NewJohn, LF Mick, CF Rube, RF H
TWOs: 1st Uboat, 2nd Maglite, SS DT, LF Ramadan Dave, CF Knees, RF Rugburn

Game 1: ONEs 4: TWOs 3 (12 innings)

Beautiful day. Sun was shining from behind clouds, the rain had stopped and the field was soft and springy. No cricket monkeys in sight, and the frisbee idiots came too late to get the field.

For the first time in a long time, the diamond was set up at the 'old' corner. The backstop and fencing did not come into play as no one overthrew their targets (rare, I know)

With only 12 on the count, Prof Zen and Indiana rules were in effect. And with no obvious weaknesses in both lineups, the game quickly became a defensive struggle.

For 4 innings, it was the case of leaving men on base, as every inning ended with bases loaded. The ONEs finally managed to get on the boards, leading the way with 1 run in the 4th. The TWOs quickly answered with 2 runs of their own in the top of the 5th, but allowed another 2 runs in the bottom of the same inning. The TWOs finally managed to score a run to tie up the game in the 7th, and that score would remain the same through the normal game, deep into extra-innings.

It was the aggressive running from The Mick in the bottom of the 12th that led the way to a ONEs victory. He tried for 2nd base on a single into LF and was rewarded for his aggression. NewJohn stepped up to the plate and hit a booming liner into the gap between left and center and the Mick scored for the win.

Maglite had the best play of the game. In the 11th inning, with 1 out, and a runner on 1st and 2nd, she fielded a grounder up the middle, stepped on 2nd base to force the runner out and made a perfect throw to home for the DP.

Indiana easily won the award from Most Beatup Player. He was elbowed at first by a runner, crashed heavily into the ground while rounding 3rd and was hit in the spectacles by a liner going back up the middle. We had to stop the game so many times to check if he were ok, we might have to change his name to 'Time-out'. The spill he took going around 3rd base was the worst. We were worried he broke his collarbone or hip, but he gamely got up and carried on playing. In fact, after being throw out at home, he went on to pitch for his team for the next batter... and took a line drive that bounced out of his glove into his spectacles.

Prof Zen rules is hard when the outfield consists of people like Ramadan Dave, Rube, Knees, H, Rugburn and The Mick. No homeruns were allowed, and doubles were easily reduced to singles.
And with those arms, even doubles with a runner on 2nd were easily thrown out at home.




MBP (Most Beatup Player): Indiana
Gold Glove: Both shortstops
Best Bat: Uboat (1.000)
Best Play: Maglite (4-2 DP)

Thursday, September 13, 2007

09 September 2007 - Foreplay

ones: 1st uboat, 2nd Jialin,3rd Generalissimo, SS DT, LF Sandman, CF Rube, RF H
twos: 1st Rugburn, 2nd Maglite, 3rd Wayne, SS NewJohn, LF Mick, CF Knees, RF Red Cowboy
game 1: 12-12 (9 innings), Twos lead 14-12 (going into middle of 10th, game called on account of the security guy asking us to leave)

Went to Insomnia post-ball. Dave's new gig. He rocked, his band rocked, and the hot little number fronting his band likes the hard ball. She also called us 'Dave's foreplays'. No clue why. Rumor has it that Party Rambo Mick made an appearance late into the night. No confirmation though, as this writer was too busy celebrating his singlehood with a Margarita Party.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Why the White Man cometh to Asia

For the beautiful Asian Woman....

For the first time in SAS history, there were only white men and asian women on the field. Too bad the reporter didn't show up, or it would've made a hell of a story.

Waiting for the real blog entry.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

We're better off putting on porno than Tony Jaa and an elephant

Winners: U-boat, Burma Girl, New John, Indiana, Rube, Gunz, H
Losers: Rube, Maglite, The Mick, Wayne pending nickname, Rugburn, Knees, The Red Cowboy
Crippled: Kernel

Game 1: 12-10
Game 2: 2-1

In game one, a big inning by the winners gave them a lead they would never relinquish. A combination of bloops and blasts got them through their lineup twice. H laced a triple down the right field line that the Kernel initially called foul. If not for her Keystone-cop speed, she might have had a home run. The winners also benefited from an "Ole!" by the Mick ending his run as Ozzie Smith, and a meltdown by Rube first. Unfortunately, with big innings, come big consequences. The Kernel came up lame and will be put down by Michael Vick.

In their failed attempt at a comeback, the losers were lead by the Red Cowboy who was crushing line drives, including one that easily cleared Rube in left. Knees and the Mick managed back to back triples and were a consistent source of baserunners, until they decided to start getting out every at bat. Rugburn launched two shots over the left fielder, both ending up as triples all but all was not well. A poor baserunning decision by Rugburn forced the Red Cowboy home where he was easily thrown-out.

Again, there were a number of noteworthy throw-outs on the basepaths. After a clean single to Knees in center, Gunz rounded first too wide and got picked off by a series of quick throws from Knees to the Mick to Rube. Also, Rugburn threw U-boat out at second when he had no business taking two. On another errant adventure, U-boat again was out at second with Rube quickly coming over from first to cover. And finally, to end the first game, Gunz threw out the Red Cowboy at first after a line drive to center! Perhaps the Red Cowboy needs a mathematician other than Wayne to guide him to first. Instead of the long parabola, a straight line might have been more appropriate.

Why did Derek Jeter (swallows) give Jessica Alba herpes? And where did he get it from? (answers to be provided next week)

Not that it won them the game but the losers turned three DPs while the winners got the pattened 1 - 8 - 3 DP...thats a grounder to DT on the mound, turns to Gunz covering second, and fires on the U-boat. Uboat booted a throw from newjohn on what should have been another fine double play. There are moments when it almost looks real out there. Ahhh, but they are fleeting.

DT was called in to pitch from about the 7th inning on and pitched the best relief since Pedro shut down the Indians for 6 perfect innings back in the day. His knuckle-slider-cutter is just plain nasty.

Geok, The Mick, and Rugburn are trying out for the New Al - catchers who make questionable efforts at the plate in the pursuit of victory. Thankfully, none of their efforts seemed to impact the outcome of the game.

Maglite felt up U-boat at first. She was out...but yet safe.

Did I mention that we had the best weather in forever? The second game lasted 5 innings. It was awesome.

MBP: DT & his knuckleball
Biggest Bat: New John
Gold Glove: H
Golden Gun: Gunz
DY: The Red Cowboy

After game activities included pizza and Tony Jaa at the Mick's. It seemed to be going well, and then it was over. Maybe the wine fairy would have helped. or just a healthy dose of porn?

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Daytona!!!

After Sandman's wedding, we found a midnight arcade open, and they had Daytona...

The first qualifier... The Fun Begins...

Notice the faces change as the race progresses...

1st place... 27 secs left... but he chokes away the win.

Second quaifier. The ladies round... (sorry Guppy)

Rugburn, the coach, helps Fakewife to a second place finish.

1st place.... And using a cell phone while driving... so many violations...

Party-Rambo Mick and his friend John

The Winners circle.. Fakewife, H, Rickey and The Mick


1st place, 40secs left... can he hang on to the lead?

Nope, evidently not. H takes the win. She is the Grand Champion

Foooosball.. To Spin or Not to Spin.. that is the question.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Quote of the Year

New guy walks into Joes. Looks around receives a warm welcome from the crowd.
New guy says to Red Cowboy, "I wanted to come today, but it was raining so I didn't think you guys would play."

Red Cowboy says "We play baseball, not cricket"

Sunday, August 19, 2007

"The Midgets here must be pretty short" – The Kernel upon his arrive in Singapore

Winners 8: Indiana, [editor's note] Lili's nickname is Wild Thing (earned after striking out the Bruiser), Bruiser, The Mick, Knees, Burma Girl
Losers 7: U-boat, Horfun, Kernel, Rugburn, H, The Red Cowboy

The best thing about the rain is that it kept the cricket players off the field – which leads to the question of why do cricket players have an aversion to water… hummmm. It also lubed the field up for a day of crazy sliding, muddy splashes, and dying groundballs. We actually had to switch balls because it was determined that the game ball was too damned heavy to hit – like swinging at a bowling ball with a whiffle ball bat.

Sticking to the trend of recent weeks, the winners broke out to a healthy lead during the first few innings, set up by some good hustle and small ball with Bruiser setting a fine tone, and highlighted by a powerful home run to the gap in right center by Knees. However, the Losers clawed their way back into the game with hard running, harder flopping in the mud, surprising speed by the Kernel, and a home run by rugburn that actually went over a fence way out in left field. The Mick backed up to the wall and could only watch helplessly as it soared majestically overhead. The Rube kindly offered to play full time, and did an excellent job at short, making some fine plays, and earning gold glove honors (against an admittedly weak field of competition). Horfun took advantage of the lack of respect the defense was showing her by punching a solid line drive into left field in a key at bat, and handcuffing a confused defense with 2 RBI infield single in the 9th (more about that later). The Mick and Red apparently were engaged in an intense personal battle to see who could make the most outs by hitting the ball right to an infielder: they both lost. Perhaps one of the veterans needs to step in and explain to them the rules and objective of play a little more clearly… Horfun is becoming like Chuck Knoblauch – only she got game. It is good to see her settling into her position, and her latino swagger starting to come to the fore. A kid like that can really bring energy to the clubhouse as the team goes down the stretch.

Overall, the game was ultimately defined by a number of close calls, brought on by muddy hustling, including some controversial ones, and oddly enough, really poor pitching. Was the Mick’s diving catch to end the 3rd inning with bases loaded legitimate or a trap? A number of people slid in just under tags (Kernel, Burma girl…) while others were tagged out trying to stretch another base (Kernel, the Mick – on a fantastic throw from big Red, and Uboat who inexplicably rolled off the base when he was safe, and pounced on the Mick only to get tagged out). There was a hit batter. Uboat managed to both light AND piss out the fires of a 9th inning rally. In the bottom of 9th, it was 8-5 game w/ runners on 2nd and 3rd. Horfun smacked a grounder to Indiana at first who picked it up and up and tossed over the U-boat covering first from the mound...who failed to turn around and catch the ball, allowing two runs to score. We can only assume that as a kid in NY he spent his summers at the Hideki Irabu camp for Hustle and Fielding Excellence. [www.iamafattoad.org.jp] With his defensive gaff putting him in the perfect situation to be the hero and win the game, U-boat weekly popped out to the pitcher for the final out.

Overall, it was a hard played game, and the weather did nothing to dampen the hardcore spirits of the SAS crew.

Oh yeah, Rugburn dropped yet another routine fly ball in left field, and had no one to blame this time around.

Game two started with several desertions, and after some discussion, Saturday softball fielded it first ever ‘all time’ outfield’, and called up numerous ghost runners from the minors. It seems that ‘ghost month’ is like September in MLB[editor's note] It is actually the 7th month of the lunar calender. This is when the gates of hell are opened and the spirits are let out to roam the earth according to ancient chinese beliefs. We had to call a Code Ten Abort (you need to check out the new Bourne flick to be hip with our lingo), due to disputes about both the location and nature of our supernatural supporting cast. They were accused of dogging it, difficult to see, and one side argued for the ghost of Ricky Past (Henderson) who could go first to third, while the other for the ghost of Ricky Present (who can’t get off his day bed). The game disintegrated under the weight of helpless confusion and flagging enthusiasm for the ‘new guys.’

MBP: Kernel for the Slides, and Horfun for the clutch hitting and solid D
Biggest Bat: Rugburn (WOW)
Goldern Glove: Rube
DT: Geok
Ozzie Smith: The Mick and the Red Cowboy
Notes:
The Mick needs a ghost batter…maybe his new eyes are so good he is seeing through the ball…

The Red Cowboy could not buy himself a break – all hard hit balls right to a fielder. Hey Red – white shorts on a rainy day. Yeah, not a good call. But the guy's got fire in his belly, and it is GREAT to see him becoming a regular.

H proved in the later innings that she is learning to go the other way (by hitting to left field – COME ON people, stay with me here!!!!)

After locking in her place at second base, Horfun was seen in practice trying to catch the ball while holding her glove in both hands like a basket. You pull that out in a game and your ass is going straight back to the minors, i don't care how much good press you got this week!

Burma Girl has just about perfected ‘the bounce’ – it is an inspiration to see how hard she goes into third, and viscerally sickening to watch as her body awkwardly slams into the ground, knees carving out deep divots, as her face smacks down on the bag just ahead of the tag. Safe? Maybe… Coach's advice for the week is to rent “La Marche De l’empereur” and see how the pros do it.

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The secret is out – Brusier is using ‘Dapper Dan’ hair treatment. Too bad it does not come in dark brown...

It took Uboat a full hour to satisfy all of the autograph groupies that have been hounding him on this current home stand. Apparently he is big in Japan.

The Kernel has the perfect beer league softball physique, a veritable keg shaped Adonis. Serious students of Chinese medical science knows that is where he stores his ‘chi’ - a vital component for transcendental softball excellence.

How come no one ever comments on Indiana’s crazy rock and roll glasses? F**king groovie man.

When being interviewed about his ‘out of the park’ bomb, Rugburn offered the reporter a tube of something called ‘the clear’, saying it is good for building self esteem…

Comments ARE starting to come in about the road kill that has fastened itself onto the Rube’s face. Outstanding – and a further reminder of why the North won that last war…

Lili is starting to fatigue – Brusier needs to stop putting her through intensive ‘two a day’ softball training sessions at home.

People are whispering that maybe Magite was right to be worried about the flashlight that Knees keeps by the side of the bed… Well, she could always come back as a ghost runner...

Yeah, i should be working on tomorrow's lecture.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Red Cowboy Rides Again!

Winners 13 (Maglite 4, The Mick 6, Horfun 5, Rugburn 7, Knees 8, Red 9)
Losers 12 (Indiana 3, Burma Girl 4, Bruiser 6, U-boat5, Cool Papa 7, H 9)
(All time Rube 3 & 8)

U-boat may or may not have a 16 year old bride in the heart of darkness. It was a dark and stormy night. Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth. Lone gunman? Grassy knoll? Back and to the left, back and to the left...

Stay on target. Fake wife brought the bat. Game on.

It was hot. The field was hard. Our heads throbbed.

And out of the swirling dust rode the Red Cowboy. He did stuff.

We set up the field, braved the elements, and began what turned out to be a competitive game, in spite of the frisbo fellas and the crew of crazy cricketting fellas loitering in the field. Yep, this is the direction we are going in.

The Winners jumped out quick on some fine hitting by Maglite and Knees, who laced a hard line drive over Rube's head for a base clearing home run. Then the game settled into a defensive display, with double plays, fine catches in the outfield, and a one-time-only all-star performance by The Mick at short. He was the white Ozzy Smith - making all sorts of defensive plays while meekly grounding out every at bat.

Aggressive base-running led to some fine throw outs: Rugburn gunned down H trying to go first to third; Uboat and the Rube connected to nail Horfun, also at third. Bad day for chinese girls.

Karma finally reared its ugly head as the Rube caught a poor throw by Rugburn in the throat, which momentarily rendered him speechless. The resident medical committee, consisting entirely of doctors of non-medicine, determined that chewing tobacco and softball don't mix. This ain't the big leagues. A frustrated Papa delivered a 'ricky' and rocked one off the Mick's shin. Both had it coming.

The losers proved their lack of class by attacking the new guy, unaware that he is actually The Red Cowboy, and had a son who played in the NHL. While his bat might have cooled down, Big Red made a few fine catches in the outfield, and has proven to be a fine addition to the gang.

Oh yeah, the losers tried to crawl back into the game with an 8th inning rally. As the name implied, they failed. History is written by the winners, bitches.

Points of note:
Uboat is a defensive wiz when girls hit soft line drives right at him.
Clay NEVER looks like he is actually going to catch the ball.
Paying attention to the warning terrorist warning videos in the MRT, Bruiser immediately responded when a suspicious looking fella left a black bag in left field.
Maglite is becoming a fine second basewoman, assuming positioning and cheery demeanor are not required.
Rugburn dropped a routine pop fly, and tried to blame it on the cricket players. We can't remember anything else he did today.
Indiana is very excited about the arrival of the Red Cowboy - now has someone to reminsce about the Revolutionary war. It is good that those who were once enemies can enjoy a fine game of softball together. The red coats have arrived.
H is clearly hooking up with a rich rich man (NOTE THE MERCEDES SHE ROLLS IN) -->[editor's note]It's her real daddy, and not a sugar daddy. Sugar daddy drives a Porsche
Cool Papa was not getting a lot of action in left field - we hope this changes for all of us once his gig at Chijmes begins.
New eyes make the Mick a new man, but he sure can't hit.
Horfun showed up with a stolen car. Never saw that coming


Awards:
MBP: DT - cause he never gives himself the belt.
Biggest Bat: Knees
Gold Glove: The Mick
Best after game outfit: The Red Cowboy
DY: Knees

Kindly posted by Horfun w/ assists going to The Mick, U-boat, and Rugburn

[Editor's questions] Has the Uboat finally returned? We all thought he retired after that display of incredible offensive prowess several weeks ago when he hit for the cycle and ran like someone offered him a job.

[Editor's note] For those less baseball/softball savvy of readers...
1 - Pitcher, 2 - Catcher, 3 - 1st Baseman, 4 - 2nd Baseman, 5 - 3rd Baseman, 6 - Shortstop, 7 - Left fielder, 8 - Center fielder, 9 - Right fielder
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Thursday, August 09, 2007

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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Slugging Shortstops

Nice article from SI LINK HERE

From slappies to sluggers

The abundance of good-hitting shortstops is one of the most compelling storylines in baseball, but it's not exactly new.

The trend began in earnest a decade ago with Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter, Nomar Garciaparra and Edgar Renteria. Now, the 4Rs of National League East alone -- Renteria, Reyes, Ramirez and Rollins make for a dazzling collection. Add Carlos Guillen, Derek Jeter, Orlando Cabrera, Rafael Furcal, Michael Young and J.J. Hardy and the question must be asked: Is this the best crop of hitting shortstops in history?

According to a study done earlier this spring by Patrick Sullivan of The Baseball Analysts, the answer is yes. Naturally, with 30 teams, there are more shortstops to choose from than there was 50 years ago. But it's not just that.

"As strikeout rates have increased, the value of a great fielding shortstop has diminished," points out Rich Lederer of The Baseball Analysts. "As runs scored have gone up, it has become more important to get offense out of all positions, including shortstop. Add in the fact that athletes are bigger, stronger, and faster than ever and it makes sense that the position would morph over time."

"Teams won't tolerate offensive zeroes in the lineup the way they did in past eras," adds Steve Treder from The Hardball Times. From the '50s through the '70s, banjo-hitting, slick-fielding specialists such as Chico Carrasquel, Mark Belanger and Ozzie Smith were the norm; Ernie Banks was the exception.

Prior to and during the Deadball Era, shortstops were some of the most productive hitters in the game, including Honus Wagner, the greatest shortstop of all time. Later still, in the 1930s and '40s, shortstops such as Arky Vaughan, Luke Appling, Vern Stephens and Lou Boudreau were all outstanding hitters. Basically, you find good-hitting shortstops during offensive eras.

"The difference today," says historian Glenn Stout, "is that bigger, more offensively talented shortstops aren't being shifted to other positions. I suspect most were like Mickey Mantle and were moved to the outfield. As much as we hear about Mantle's scattershot arm, they gave up on him as an infielder by age 20. He never got to work through a 56-error season like Jeter did [in 1993 as minor leaguer]. Also, shortstop was considered the baseball equivalent of quarterback. Very few African-Americans were allowed to play the position and were moved elsewhere."

Consider the star players who were one-time shortstops, albeit mostly in the minors: Rogers Hornsby, Larry Doby, Jackie Robinson, Jimmy Wynn, Brooks Robinson, George Brett, Bobby Grich, Gary Sheffield, Chipper Jones and Troy Glaus. If A-Rod had played in the '60s or '70s, he would have been a third basemen; Jeter would have been a center fielder.

"The best players have almost always been shortstops," Lederer continues, "especially at the lower levels -- Little League, high school, college, and the minors. These guys were the best athletes on the team. They played shortstop because they were faster, more graceful and had better arms than everybody else on their club. But as they moved up the pyramid, the competition became stiffer and there were now other more specialized players who could field and throw even better. Ergo, the guys who could hit were moved off the position in favor of those who could field slightly better because teams didn't want to sacrifice defense back then."

That all changed with Cal Ripken Jr., who was immediately preceded by Robin Yount. Yount was in the big leagues at 18 in 1974. He was known for his speed, as a guy who hit singles, but in 1980 he came into his own as a power hitter, batting .293 with a.519 slugging percentage and 130 OPS-plus for the Brewers. Two years later, he slugged .578 as an integral member of the Harvey Wallbanger's team that won the AL pennant.

Which makes for a nice segue back to Ripken, who played his first full season in '82. Ripken, a pitcher and a shortstop when he was drafted by the Baltimore Orioles, was big -- 6-foot-4. He started his minor-league career as a shortstop but was converted to third. The team traded away a solid 30-year old third baseman in Doug DeCinces -- who had the misfortune of succeeding Brooks Robinson -- after the '81 season to make room for Ripken.

Bob Bonner came up with Ripken in '82 and was expected to play short. But while Bonner was a gifted fielder, he was an even worse hitter than Belanger had been. Ripken played third through June and was moved to short at the beginning of July. Though he struggled offensively at the start of the season, Ripken finished the year with 28 homers and 93 RBIs, good for Rookie of the Year honors. The following season, Ripken was a monster (.318/.371/.517, 144 OPS-plus), winning the MVP and leading his team to a World Series championship.

"Ripken opened people's eyes as to what a shortstop could be offensively," says historian Mike Carminati. "He also came at the right time, just when hiding poor offensive players at short and in center could no longer be hidden. Ripken became a star just before the offensive boom of the 1985-87 seasons. He was the tipping point."

Yet, as good as he was, it was expected that Ripken would soon return to third base, even though he set the American League record for assists (583) in 1984 and led the league in that category in '83, '86 and '87. After the '85 season, Baltimore owner Edward Bennett Williams wanted Ripken moved to third. But manager Earl Weaver wouldn't budge. "He's a great athlete. He's smart. He goes back on pop-ups better than anyone I've ever seen. He's the All-Star shortstop and not just because of his bat."

Ripken was the new prototype at short. He was even bigger than Yount and Dctroit's Alan Trammell. In 1984, Kansas City manager Dick Howser said, "Primarily, it's the power that sets Ripken apart, his ability to drive in runs, more than his defensive ability. Trammell is a shade better with the glove and Yount's speed gives him an edge, but offensively, there's no question it's Ripken. I'm sure all three of their managers are satisfied with their situations."

These three, followed by Cincinnati's Barry Larkin, set the stage for today's bigger, offensive-minded shortstops. (Unfortunately, Trammell has been overlooked by the Hall of Fame; let's hope Larkin fares better.) Alex Rodriguez, now a third baseman, of course, Jeter and Hanley Ramirez are 6-foot-3; Bobby Crosby and Hardy are 6-foot-2; Guillen, Young, Jhonny Peralta and Jose Reyes are all 6-foot-1. But even the small, compact shortstops such as Miguel Tejada (5-foot-10) and Jimmy Rollins (5-foot-8) can mash.

"My first guess would be that this represents a change in the game that we don't yet understand," says historian Bill James, who admits that he hasn't studied the issue in detail, "rather than just a random collection of shortstops."

Whether you see this as the natural evolution of the position or a return to the norm, one thing is for sure: The slugging shortstop is not likely to disappear anytime soon.

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Monday, July 30, 2007

29 July 2007 - Smokey stepped over the line

ONEs: 1st Rube, 2nd Jones, 3rd DT, SS Bruiser, LF Superdad, CF The Mick, RF Knees
TWOs: 1st Rube/Indiana, 2nd Dr Geok, 3rd Indiana/Rube, SS DT, LF Rugburn, CF Gunz, RF H

Game 1: ONEs 15: TWOs 7

It was raining all morning.
Field was wet.
Numbers were bad. (12)
Didn't need to play special rules. (2 defensive all timers)
Ball soaked water, got heavy.
Rube brought the wife out to play.
Mick got new eyes.
Superdad plonked Gunz in the back.
Rugburn went for the Tsunami.
Bruiser had the best play of the day with an outstretched dive to stop the ball.
Knees used his knees a lot.
Centerfield didn't see any action.
No awards this week.
Went bowling after ball.

Bowling
Right lane: The Mick, Rube, DT, Uma
Left lane: Gunz, Rugburn, H, Hips, Cool Papa

1st game: Rickey/Mick tie 126
2nd game: Rugburn/Mick tie 144
3rd game: Mick win 167
4th game: Rugburn win 158

The Lebowski award goes to The Mick for overall high score of the night.
Angry bowler award goes to Cool Papa for breaking the most pins.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Five Ballpark Promotions That Went Wrong

Check this out....
LINK HERE

Five Ballpark Promotions That Went Wrong

I may be a die-hard Cleveland Indians fan, but that doesn’t mean I’ll go to the ballpark just for the games. I often choose what tickets I buy based on the promotions. So far this season I’ve bought tickets to fireworks night, half-price college ID night and dollar dog night. While I always enjoy my free flashlight or bobblehead, there have been some fan promotions that didn’t go so well. Here’s a look at five that failed:

Cleveland Municipal Stadium, 1974

The Promotion: 10-Cent Beer Night. To bring fans to see the miserable Cleveland Indians, management decided to sell 10-ounce cups of beer for only 10 cents at a game against the Texas Rangers.

What went wrong: Management forgot one small detail: drunk people get restless. More than 25,000 fans showed up for the event, most of them already tipsy at the gate. Among the more tame incidents was a woman who flashed the crowd from the on-deck circle, a father-son team mooning the players (good bonding experience, I guess) and fans jumping on the field to meet shake hands with the outfielders. Then, in the bottom of the ninth, the Indians tied the game, but never got a chance to win. Fans started throwing batteries, golf balls, cups and rocks onto the field and one even took the glove of the Rangers right fielder. As the player rushed into the stands to get his glove back, fans starting swarming the field to stop him and threw chairs to block his way.

The Outcome: The Indians were forced to forfeit the game and nine fans were arrested. The AL president forced the franchise to abandon the promotion idea after understating “There was no question that beer played a great part in the affair.”

Cash drop night, All-you-can-eat seat night, and more bad ideas after the break.

Comiskey Park, 1979

The Promotion: Disco Demolition Night. White Sox fans were encouraged to bring old disco records to the park in exchange for a reduced admission price of 98 cents. The records were to be destroyed in between the two games of a doubleheader against the Detroit Tigers.

What went wrong: Believe it or not, a lot of people wanted to see disco records destroyed. 50,000 people showed up at the gates and many who were turned away at the gate tried to climb the walls of the stadium to get in. The crowd, who were reportedly heavily under the influence, soon realized that records could double as Frisbees, which naturally led to fans throwing firecrackers and drinks. When the demolition moment came, the explosion was bigger than expected and ended up ripping a hole in the outfield grass. Thousands of fans ran onto the field to join the mayhem, burning banners and throwing objects. The batting cages were even destroyed in the riot.

The outcome: The Tigers refused to take the field, forcing the White Sox to forfeit the game. The quick patch job on the outfield left the grass uneven and players complained about it for the rest of the season.

Dodger Stadium, 1995

The Promotion: Ball Night. Fans entering the game were given a souvenir baseball.

What went wrong: Turns out baseballs are pretty convenient things to throw. In the seventh inning, fans threw balls at an opposing outfielder when he bobbled a play. The real drama happened in the bottom of the ninth, though. Dodger Raul Mondesi and manager Tommy Lasorda were ejected for arguing a strikeout call, inspiring about 200 fans to throw their promotional balls onto the field. The umps urged the Cardinals to stay on the field, but finally decided to end the game after more fans decided to contribute their gifts to the game.

The Outcome: The Dodgers were forced to forfeit the game, the first forfeit in the National League in 41 years.

Fifth Third Ballpark, 2006

The Promotion: Cash Drop. The West Michigan Whitecaps, Detroit’s class-A affiliate, had a helicopter drop $1,000 in various bills from a helicopter after a game.

What went wrong: People love money more than they love other people. Two children were injured scrambling for the cash. A girl received a bloody lip being pushed to the ground, while a seven-year-old boy was bruised when he got trampled in the fray.

The Outcome: The boy was taken to the hospital, but released after treatment. The team management summed up the incident by reminding everyone that they had signed waivers.

Dodger Stadium, 2007

The Promotions: All-you-can-eat seats. Undoing the work of Shaq and Cookie Monster, the Dodgers decided to promote obesity by opening up a section of all-you-can-eat seats. Although beer, ice cream and candy are still for sale, most food is just given away. Ticket prices range from $20-$40.

What went wrong: Not everybody can handle an open buffet of hot dogs and nachos. One Slate reporter wrote about his experience in the seats, which predictably ended in vomit. I can only imagine that countless other fans have had their evenings end in a similar way.

The Outcome: Despite the upchucking, the seats remain open and usually draw between 2,000 and 4,000 fans a night. In fact, the Dodgers have declared the promotion a success and have reached the second-highest attendance in baseball. Other stadiums have contacted the Dodgers about copying the idea.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

21 July 2007 - 9 is the number of ONE ball team not TWO.

ONEs: 1st Rube, SS NewJohn, LF Superdad, RF H, Rover Wild Thing
TWOs: 1st Dr Geok, SS Nomah, LF Rugburn, CF Rube, RF DT

Game 1: ONEs 6: TWOs 5 ( 7innings)

NewJohn 2 HRs
Superdad 1 HR
Rugburn 1 HR

Rained most of saturday morning, and was still drizzling in the afternoon.
field was wet, but not soggy. perfect sliding conditions without churning mud
NewJohn is the new most dangerous man on the field, taking the crown from DT.
He plonked Nomah right between the eyes from a throw from deep within the hole to home in the first inning. And then he whacked a line drive right up the middle into Wild Thing's thigh in the last inning. That one left a mean bruise.

Only had 9 people on the field due to...4 regulars overseas, 2 on the DL, and Sandman being whipped
Rube played all time defense, switching from middle infield for the ONEs to centerfield for the TWOs.
Prof Zen and Indiana rules in effect.

The game was tight, with the scores even for both teams for most of the game.
Rugburn led off with a homerun in the first inning for the TWOs, which was quickly answered by NewJohn in the bottom of the inning.

Although, one could argue that Rugburn should've been tagged out at home as the relay came in on time. The only problem was that Nomah caught the ball between the his eyes rather than with the glove. It wasn't his fault though, the throw came in slightly offline, and Rugburn had to detour in front of Nomah to get to the plate.
For that spilt second, Nomah took his eyes off the ball when Rugburn came around, and the ball plonked him.

For the most part, the game was a defensive gem on both sides. 1-2-3 outs were common for most of the innings. The TWOs relied on NewJohn and Superdad's power hitting, and the ONEs got by with singles up the middle and some desperate running from second base.

NewJohn might've just earned his nickname... finally.... The verdict is still out, and the committee is still voting on it. 'Bruiser'

Biggest Bat: Bruiser
Gold Glove: Rube
MBP: NA

Minor League Baseball Coach Killed by Line Drive

Saw this on the news, and it's devastating. Our condolences to the family.

LINK HERE


NORTH LITTLE ROCK, Ark. — The batting coach for the Tulsa Drillers was pronounced dead at a hospital Sunday evening after being struck in the head by a line drive as he stood in the first-base coach's box during a Texas League game with the Arkansas Travelers, police said.

The game was suspended in the ninth inning after Mike Coolbaugh was hit by a hard-hit foul ball off the bat of Tino Sanchez and taken to Baptist Medical Center-North Little Rock.

Phil Elson, spokesman for the Travelers, said Coolbaugh was struck by the ball on the right side of his head, or on the forehead — "I'm getting conflicting reports" — and fell to the ground immediately.

According to a report posted on the Drillers' Web site late Sunday, Coolbaugh was knocked unconscious and CPR was administered to him on the field.

Sgt. Terry Kuykendall, spokesman for North Little Rock police, said Coolbaugh was still alive when he was put in an ambulance for the trip to the hospital, but quit breathing as the ambulance arrived at the facility.

"They tried to resuscitate him, but he was pronounced dead at 9:47 p.m.," Kuykendall said.

Coolbaugh played 44 games in the major leagues over two seasons, his last appearance with the St. Louis Cardinals in 2002. The Drillers' web site said Coolbaugh joined the Tulsa team's staff on July 3.

The Travelers, an Angels affiliate, led 7-3 at the time the game was suspended with no outs and a runner on first in the top of the ninth inning. Officials said a date and time for finishing the game had not yet been chosen.

Tulsa is a Rockies affiliate.

Why 'football' when you don't use your feet??

NewJohn sent us this link
10 guys ready to have breakout years
Personally, I don't like football. It's too slow, starts and stops too often and is utterly boring. I hate soccer too.

10 guys ready to have breakout years
Peter Schrager

It's about that time of the summer.

You're sniffing around the fantasy football Web sites all over the Internet, digging into any semblance of an NFL preview you can get your hands on at Barnes & Noble, watching Madden 08 commercials like they're actual highlights — just fiending for all things pigskin. The mid-July juices, I call 'em. If you're a fan of the NFL, it's hard not to have them ripping through your veins by now. As great as an MLB All-Star Game or the NBA's Vegas Summer League may be for an evening — there's nothing like the anticipation for the NFL in these precious few weeks leading up to training camp.

Everyone's got a surprise sleeper team (I'm rolling with Tampa Bay at the moment), a courageous preseason MVP pick (sticking with Jay Cutler), and a coach they think is about to change the way we think about professional football (Mike Martz, all over again!). The best part? Nobody's wrong at this stage in the game. Think Rex Grossman's going to lead the league in passing? Sure. Why not? The Browns are going to win the AFC North? Well, crazier things have happened.

Over the next few weeks, we'll be diving into these topics and much, much more. This week? Let's discuss 10 guys ready to have break out years. These are the cats that are on the cusp. No Pro Bowlers, no superstars — just young and hungry NFL players ready to become household names. Get to know them now.

1. Vincent Jackson, WR, Chargers: Sure, pretty much all of San Diego's coaching staff from last season's 14-2 squad is elsewhere this year. And yes, Cam Cameron — the master of that offense in '06 — is in Miami. But outside of a few fringe players off the bench, San Diego returns the majority of its AFC West championship team. Tomlinson, Gates, Turner and Rivers may get all the headlines — but Vincent Jackson could be the name on most people's tongues come mid-season. Jackson enters camp as the assumed No. 1 receiver on a Super Bowl favorite. The three-year vet out of Northern Colorado caught 27 balls and scored six touchdowns in spot duty last season. Look for him to get more touches in Norv Turner's offense in '07. Alongside Malcolm Floyd and Craig "Buster" Davis, Jackson helps make up one of the youngest wide receiver corps in the league. It's also the one marked with the most amount of question marks.

2. Daryn Colledge, OG, Packers: When Colledge was thrown into the starting lineup as a rookie because of an injury-ravaged Green Bay line, most observers threw in the towel on the Pack. Colledge and the rest of one of the league's youngest units then went on to protect Brett Favre awfully well. Green Bay won its last four games, capping off the season with wins over NFC North division foes Minnesota and Chicago on national TV. Colledge, a second-round pick in the 2006 draft, will be looked to as one of the anchors this season. He'll answer the call. It's not like he hasn't before.

3. Mark Anderson, DE, Bears: Though Anderson was a top-5 overall selection the entire season. Anderson led the NFC champion Bears in sacks with 12 while playing in all 16 games for Chicago. With another year under his belt and the return of Tommie Harris, Anderson should have even more opportunities to get to the quarterback this year. Asking for 12 sacks is a bit much — but certainly possible.

4. Dawan Landry, SS, Ravens: Brother LaRon will get most the press next year as he suits up for the crosstown rival Redskins, and teammate Ed Reed may be the one introducing his teammates on Monday Night Football. But Dawan Landry's a true star on the rise. As a rookie on the league's top-ranked defense, Landry played in 16 games, recorded 67 tackles, grabbed five interceptions, and started in the playoff battle against the Colts. His biggest afternoon was a 27-26 win over Tennessee (week 10) in which he finished with 12 tackles and a sack. Look for Landry to make an even greater name for himself this season.

5. Mathias Kiwanuka, LB, Giants: Most NFL fans will tell you about two plays when discussing Mathias Kiwanuka's rookie season: The Vince Young tackle that wasn't, and the interception and fumble versus the Cowboys. What they won't tell you is that an undersized Kiwanuka had a pretty darn good year at defensive end in '06. In 15 games, the rookie out of BC was sixth on the Giants in tackles and recorded 5.5 sacks. Moving to outside linebacker for '07, there's great optimism among Big Blue fans for No. 97. The next L.T.? Not quite. An upgrade from last year's Giant outside linebackers? You bet.

6. Cedric Benson, RB, Bears: After sharing the load with Thomas Jones over the past two seasons, it's all Cedric all the time in Chicago now. With Jones in the Jets backfield, the former Texas star and highly touted first-round pick is the primary ball carrier for the Bears in '07. Garrett Wolfe and Devin Hester should get some action, but Benson should be the go-to guy each week. I haven't been sold on Benson as an every down back yet. But the opportunities will be there this season. It's his 1,000 yards to lose. He should eclipse that mark and more.

7. Braylon Edwards, WR, Browns: Edwards, the one-time third overall pick, has had a bit of a checkered NFL career thus far. Injuries, a few in-game sideline temper tantrums, a handful of curious postgame press conference comments — it hasn't exactly been smooth sailing for the former Michigan star. But from all accounts out of Cleveland, Edwards is finally healthy, poised, and showing true leadership skills. He gave Charlie Frye a big boost of confidence during the off-season OTA's, and has been a positive force in the locker room since the NFL Draft. The total package of athleticism and awareness, the skills are there. This should be the year he puts it all together. The Dawg Pound can only hope.

8. Brandon Jones, WR, Titans: When Drew Bennett signed with the Rams and Travis Henry left for Denver — most NFL fans assumed Tennessee would go out and bring in a big free-agent signing on the offensive side of the ball. A playmaker for Vince Young. Who'd they acquire? Well, Justin Gage. Hmm ... not exactly Jerry Rice. One of the reasons Tennessee stayed relatively quiet was their comfort at the wideout spot with who they already had on the roster. The likely No. 1 target? Mr. Jones. The former Oklahoma Sooner only had 27 receptions last season, but showed some real flashes. In the Titans' Week 16 win over Buffalo, Jones grabbed five balls for 101 yards and scored a touchdown. Tennessee drafted three wide receivers in April. Each rookie should get some touches. But Young-to-Jones should be the go-to combination in '07.

9. Daniel Sepulveda, P, Steelers: Can a rookie technically have a "breakout" year? Hey, why not? I've loved watching this kid punt since his early days at Baylor when I did a FOXSports.com article with him back in '05. Since then, he did nothing but become the best punter in college football, perfecting a crazy knuckleball-like lefty boot. His kicking style will cause nightmares in the Pittsburgh weather. Will Steelers fans like him? Check out this highlight for your answer. Yeah, I think so.

10. Hank Baskett, WR, Eagles: Baskett saved his best game of the year for the regular season finale, hauling in seven passes for 177 yards and ripping off an 89-yard touchdown versus the Falcons in Week 17. He's got the size, the hands, the skills and the awareness to be a formidable NFL receiver. He could be much more than that. With Donte Stallworth gone to New England, the wideout situation is still up for grabs quite a grab in Philly. Kevin Curtis and Reggie Brown should be the first two options, but Baskett could be the big-play guy.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

It's Wednesday Night

It's Business Time

14 July 2007 - Who is John Carpenter and why does he know all our secrets?

ONEs: 1st DY, 2nd Horfun, 3rd Generalissimo, SS Nomah, LF Rugburn, CF The Mick, RF Cheetah

TWOs: 1st Gunz, 2nd Lili, 3rd DT, SS NewJohn, LF Cool Papa, CF WeiXiong, RF H

Pitching all time: Rickey

Game 1: ONEs 14: TWOs 13 (12 innings)

1. Generalissimo pulls the Jaguar play on WeiXiong, faking a throw to 1st and swiping him with a tag
2. TWOs were leading the entire game till the 8th when the ONEs tied.
3. 3 extra innings. 6 innings of solid defense by both teams as no runs were scored. Rugburn hit a triple down the line in the bottom of the 12th,
and Generalissimo hit the game winning RBI for Rugburn to score.
4. Cool Papa hits 2 back to back triples in the first 3 innings. He actually hit singles, but got on third just from running fast.
5. Generalissimo pulls a fake overthrow from Rugburn by dashing off towards the foul line looking for the ball. Cool Papa was fooled
and he took a step off the base. He realised the ploy in time and stepped back to safety to narrowly avoid the tag.
6. Cool papa CANNOT play in front of his kids. He had an MBP game for the first 6 innings, then his kids show up to watch and give
him support, and his game goes down the drain.
7. NewJohn had a golden glove day at short. Considering the awful, bumpy, lumpy, diveted field, NewJohn managed to not make a single
error off a bad bounce. He picked up everything on a short hop and fired at first to get the batter out.
8. It was a close call for Gold Glove as the Generalissimo had a stellar day at 3rd as well. He caught and threw out Weixiong 3 times,
no mean feat considering weixiong's speed.
9. Both Lili and Horfun had career defensive days at 2nd. Both made difficult plays and catches to hold runners.
10. Horfun was even more productive at the plate. She was hitting deep (deeper than normal anyhow) into centerfield for singles. In fact, she had a higher
OBP than Rugburn.
11. Rickey had problems catching infield popups. Two times, he made the call, overridding DT, and both times, the ball popped out of his glove.
Only Weixion saved him from 3for3 error day by picking up his third foul ball and throwing it to first
12. It was great to see Nomah again. We probably haven't seen him since the RedSox won the world series. He hadn't lost his touch on the field, but his bat was
definitely rusty. He needs to come out every week to work on the bat.

MBP: Generalissimo
Gold Glove: NewJohn
Ugly Play: Rickey's 3 dropped infield flies
DY: NA

Postball:
There was big trouble in little woking street when the remenants of the softball gang paid a visit to The Mick's place to watch a movie. We made an emergency food run to Subway to pick up sandwiches for dinner, then headed over. The Mick has done a nice job with his walkup apartment. The movie room has come along nicely from the last time we paid a visit. There are proper seats and pillows, and the projector and DVD player are actually working. Lush red curtains covering both doors provide a threatretic experience. We watched "Big Trouble in Little China", one of the greatest movies ever made that sucked balls. DT and H had a wonderful time explaining to Rickey and the Mick that Chinese do not actually have several rooms of hell in our apartments. We also do not learn Kungfu from young, and we cannot induce lightning from our fingertips. We can however, fly and gold buddha statues are required adornments in all our hallways. Sadly, Dom wasn't around to hold The Mick's balls so the entire night was a let down for him.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Walk softly and Carry a Maglite

This post is for the Maglite




Monday, July 09, 2007

The faces have changed, but the game remains the same



Standing (L to R): Marwan, Superdad, Dr Geok, H, The Mick, Knees, Maglite, Rube, Wild Thing, Gunz, Rugburn

Sitting (L to R): Rickey, Indiana, Generalissimo, NewJohn, DT, Horfun

7 July 2007 - 070707

ONEs: 1st Marwan, 2nd Maglite, 3rd The Mick, SS DT, RF Knees, CF Gunz, LF Superdad, Rover Horfun
TWOs: 1st Indiana, 2nd Wild Thing/Geok, 3rd Generalissimo, SS NewJohn, RF Rugburn, CF H, LF Rube, Rover Geok

Game 1: ONEs 13: TWOs 2 (6 innings Mercy)
Game 2: ONEs 8: TWOs 11(7 innings)

Massive rain in the early morning threatened to shut down the game, but the baseball gods were shining on us, and the rain only helped to soften the ground after a long week of hot baking sun. The field was in such perfect condition, as if the groundskeeper of the gods were maintaining it. Numbers were superb as well, with everyone back from their hols or trips.

DT led the game off with a line drive right down the left field line. A double turned into a HR as it went by the Rube, and that led off the ONEs onto a massive hitting streak for the first 2 innings. They scored 7 runs in the first inning, and 3 in the second. The score remained the same for the next 4 innings, as both teams put on a good display of defense. Going into the bottom of the 6th 10-2 down, the ONEs strung together another set of hits to win the game 13-2 by mercy.

No changes as both teams were very even (some say the TWOs were stronger). Both teams maintained the same strong defensive walls throughout the second game with only 1 or 2 runs scored each inning. The bottom of the 6th inning saw the ONEs infield blow up. Two bad plays on poor judgement gave away 3 runs to the TWOs, and the ONEs could not make up the difference in the top of the 7th, only scoring one run, taking the loss.

We welcome Marwan to our SAS family. Looks like he's a keeper. He had an excellent debut at first base, playing the difficult position with aplomb. He caught everything that DT and The Mick tried to throw wildly at him.

It was great to see the numbers on the field, with everyone finally back from their hols.

There's a new award this week, 'Ugliest Play that still got an out'. And the first recipient of the play goes to Rickey, but his fumble-recovery-ultra-slomo-belly-flop-underhand-toss-to-first to get Horfun out.

Gold Glove: Generalissimo
Biggest Bat: Rube
MBP: NA
DY: Gunz
Ugly Play: Rickey
WHIPPED: Sandman

Postball: We were all invited to Indiana's place to celebrate Dr Geok's PHD party. There was freeflow of whiskey, beer, xango mango and champagne. Although, we think that possibly most of the flow went down Knees throat, we haven't seen a guy drink that much since Rube got married. Dr Geok generously ordered a dozen pizzas to complement the mounds of assorted burgers, fries and jalapenos from Botak Jones. Much was leftover, but if there isn't too much food (and booze) it isn't a real SAS party.
As usual with SAS parties, there was talk of White Gold, Poop Sex, Butt Plugs, bacteria laden Komodo dragon saliva and Pop-up books. Those who showed up earlier were treated to The Mick's Circle Zero. Those who showed up later, were allowed to pull on his nipple ring. Those who didn't show up, might arguably be the luckier ones.
Surpisingly, no one got insanely drunk, no one vomitted in the blue pail (provided by Dr Geok) and no one passed out on the floor. Although, it might have happened after this author left. There were topless males at the party, but no attempts to take penis shots were witnessed.
Rumor has it that the last stragglers from the party left Indiana's place at 4am. We can neither confirm nor deny this, but it sounds kinda true.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Is there a DOCTOR in da house.

On 7/2/07, geok wrote:

Dear All,
As some of you already knew and others will discover on reading this
message, I have recently gained my release from the Manoa Penitentiary
in Honolulu, Hawaii. Of course as in most State Pens, we had to acquire
some skills and I am most pleased to announce that I have a Ph.D.
certifying that I am sane and ready to serve the society at large. To
celebrate this historic moment in my life, I am inviting all
softballers and their significant others to my party to be held on July
7 (Saturday) at Indiana's place, The party will start at 7:30pm or thereabouts.
Food and some beers will be provided, but if you wish to bring something,
dessert will be much appreciated, and contribution in booze is always
welcomed. We look forward to seeing you on Saturday. Warning! Bring
your IDs, we will be conducting random checks on suspicious underaged
and in some cases, overaged drinkers.

Aloha and hele mei hoohiwahiwa,
Geok

Addendum
==> Indiana says that you should shower before you come, he has asked the
neighbor's cat to act as a sniffer.

==> Password for entry is "xango mango where's my dingo?"

==> Please bring your own cameras if you want cock photos taken.

I want one in my bedroom too.




LINK

ANAHEIM, Calif., June 26 — When Amber Willits is cooking dinner — crack! — or putting the baby to bed — crack! — or trying to get a little sleep herself — crack! — she has to wonder why she ever agreed to live in a batting cage.


“I may have thought that a few times,” she acknowledged. “But I never said it.”

Baseball wives are an understanding breed. They endure 12-day trips and meals at midnight, and move their families from minor league towns like Yakima, Wash., to Pulaski, W.Va.

But Amber Willits, the wife of Angels outfielder Reggie Willits, has taken hardball devotion to a new level. For the past three years, she has made a home, raised a son and helped develop a .300 hitter — all in an indoor batting cage.

“I could not have gotten here alone,” Reggie said. “I have an extremely supportive wife.”

At this time a year ago, he was a fringe prospect who had never started a major league game. Today, he is 26, the leadoff hitter for the first-place Los Angeles Angels, batting .337 with 18 stolen bases and a shot at the American League rookie of the year award.

He credits his emergence, at least in part, to the cage he calls home. While other players travel long distances to workout centers in the off-season, Willits merely has to roll out of bed and start taking his hacks.

“It’s very convenient,” said his father, Gene.

Reggie and Amber never planned to live in a cage. In 2003, they decided to build a 3,000-square-foot house on five acres they own next to his family in Fort Cobb, Okla. The batting cage happened to be the first part of the house that they built.

But when the cage was finished, Reggie and Amber saw a way to save money from his minor league salary. They did not have to complete the house. They could simply stay in the cage.

From the outside, it looks like a warehouse, 60 feet long and 32 feet wide. But inside, it has everything a baseball family would ever need: a place to eat, sleep and hit.

When houseguests open the front door, they see a small bathroom and kitchen on the right, and two sofas and a television set on the left. The floors are covered with Berber carpet. The dining room table is adorned with a vase of flowers. There are no closets.

Toward the back, the pitching machine, the weight room and the master bedroom are clustered together. “I did put in one wall,” Reggie said.

When he wants to bat, he pushes aside the sofas to form his personal playing field. He steps inside the net, suspended from the ceiling. If Amber is busy, he hits off a tee.

If she is free, she feeds balls into the pitching machine. Amber stands behind an L-Screen, the kind used to protect batting-practice pitchers. Still, line drives sometimes rip through the screen.

“I know she’s taken a few in the helmet,” said Mickey Hatcher, the Angels’ hitting coach. “But that’s part of the game.”

Two and a half years ago, the Willitses produced a bat boy, their son, Jaxon. They took him right from the hospital to the cage. Jaxon fell asleep to the whir of the pitching machine and the crack of the bat.

When Jaxon was old enough to walk, he helped Reggie collect balls in the cage. And when Reggie left for road trips, Jaxon hit in the cage with his plastic bat.

“He comes out dripping with sweat,” Amber said. “He looks just like his daddy.”

Amber and Jaxon sat at Angel Stadium on Tuesday night, alongside other players’ wives and children. While the wives posed for pictures together, Jaxon showed off an Angels logo painted on his cheek.

The Willitses are staying in a hotel in Anaheim during the season, but Amber and Jaxon will go back to the cage this summer. In addition to helping Reggie with batting practice, Amber is an elementary-school counselor in Fort Cobb, and she cannot be gone all season.

Heading into spring training, the Angels knew they could count on veteran players like Vladimir Guerrero. Reggie, on the other hand, was just a kid in a cage.

He made the opening-day roster as a reserve, mainly because he could run. But after an injury in April to Garret Anderson, Reggie took over a starting outfield spot and never gave it up.

Until recently, he was not even the most famous athlete from Fort Cobb, population 667. He was overshadowed by his sister, Wendi Willits, who was an expert 3-point shooter for the Los Angeles Sparks of the W.N.B.A.

Reggie is 5 feet 11 inches and 185 pounds, still waiting for his first major league home run. He wears No. 77 in honor of Kenny Lofton, a speedster who wears No. 7. But in Orange County, fans cannot look at Reggie without thinking of the former Angel David Eckstein.

Like Eckstein, the shortstop who was the most valuable player of last year’s World Series for St. Louis, Reggie loves to work counts, lay down bunts and hit singles.

Soon enough, Reggie will have his own house. He is making $382,500 this season, and in a few months, the place that he planned to build four years ago will be finished.

Gene Willits, the family contractor, announced proudly, “The batting cage will be a thing of the past.”

The new house has two stories, a large foyer and a view of Lake Cobb, filled with geese. The batting cage will stay in the backyard.

But none of those features count as Amber’s favorites.

“You know what is really going to be awesome about the new house?” she said. “The walls.”

30 June 2007 - Day before the prices go up up up.

ONEs: 1st Rickey, 2nd Horfun, 3rd Rube, SS DT, LF Gunz, CF Cool Papa, RF H
TWOs: 1st Indiana, 2nd Maglite, 3rd DT, SS Rube, LF Rugburn, CF Knees, RF Geok

Game 1: ones 12: twos 18 (6 innings)
Game 2: ones 12: twos 3 (3 innings)

The field was perfect, the grass green and lush, the numbers weren't so great, but we made do. With 12, instead of splitting it 6-6 and playing Indiana rules, Rube and DT volunteered to play all time defense. This brought the count to 5-5 + 2 all time, 7 in the field.

It was hot though. Very very hot. Those who didn't apply sunscreen suffered slight sunburn the next day. Only 6 innings were completed for the first game, as Rickey and Horfun had to leave at 5pm. This led to Rube and DT joining the ONEs permanently.

Rugburn was clearly the MBP of the first game for the TWOs. He singlehandedly drove in at least 10 of their 18 runs with 3 monster bases clearing homeruns. All 3 over Gunz' head. It wasn't that he was standing shallow, it was that Rugburn was crushing the ball. The TWOs also displayed some fine safety hitting. Consistantly batting liners up the middle for singles. All it took was 3 singles, then boom, Rugburn cleared the bases. The ONEs suffered 10 runs within 1 inning from this tactic.

The ONEs also had a trick up their sleeve which prevented them from going down to a mercy loss. Gunz and H combined their efforts to pick on DOCTOR Geok in RF. If we had gone 9 innings, the ONEs might even had won. Gunz bat started lighting up in the second game, and he mimicked Rugburn's display of batting power; this time going to the opposite field. He hit 2 grandslams for a total of 8 RBI.

Best play of the game must have been the TWOs E5-6-3 play on Rickey's at bat. Rickey hit a grounder up the 3rd baseline, DT fumbled the ball, and it rolled into the gap between himself and Rube. Rube managed to dive for the ball, and while on his knees, make a hard throw to first to get Rickey out on a bang-bang play at home.

A new award is up for grabs. The WHIPPED award for the person who doesn't show up for ball because of his wife. You win 3 in a row and you get to keep the trophy. Seven won the award shortly before his wedding date, and he took the first trophy with him to Aussieland. Rickey was the holder of the semi-WHIPPED award for the longest time, and his trophy is sitting on a shelf in Honolulu next to his sofa. It seems the Sandman is trying to hold on to the third pressing of the WHIPPED trophy; how many weeks has he been out 'shopping' with the wife instead of showing up for ball? I guess this is what happens when you get married.

MBP: Game 1: Rugburn, Game 2: Gunz
Biggest Bat: Rugburn
Gold Glove: Left side of the infield
DY: Rickey, running into the carpark so many times to pick up wild throws from DT and Rube.


PostBall: We were invited to Thomas' 1st birthday party at Guppy's parents' condo down in Holland Road. A free flow of beer resulted in several misadventures with Rube's wife's camera while she, H and DOCTOR Geok adjourned to the powder room. Several pictures of male genitalia were recorded for posterity. If only Maglite had gone as well, then Knee's specimen would have been captured on film as well.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Alternate Field

Just in case...
This is a map to the alternate field.
The RED STAR is where we play if the NUS field is closed/occupied by monkeys/rained out...

Thursday, June 28, 2007

The Cheah Family


Nigey, Jenny and Lil Ryan

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

23 June 2007 - Faith

Before I start the post, I'd like to say that this week was another week that I thought that we would be cursed by low numbers. Why? Because quite a few regulars had left for overseas trips. Rugburn to Aussieland, NewJohn/Wild Thing to FreedomLand, H to Thailand, Knees/Maglite to SomeotherLand, Rickey/Gunz/Rube to FluLand. Leaving us with the grand total of about 4-6. We did get 11 to start, and we laid the diamond for Indiana Rules, adding Prof Zen rules for scoring. But somehow, we managed to get 17 bodies on the field. That was just incredible. To top it all off, the weather was fantastic and the field was in perfect condition. What a lovely day.

ONEs: 1st DT/Cheetah/Clement, 2nd Diana, 3rd DT/Sandman, SS Weixiong/Clement/Gil, OF Clement, Gil, Weixiong, Jason, Sandman, Horfun

TWOs: 1st Rickey/Uboat, 2nd Geok, 3rd Indiana, SS The Mick, OF Superdad, Gunz, The Finnish Girl, NigeyPooh

Game 1: ONEs 19 : TWOs 15
Game 2: ONEs 9 : TWOs 8

If you're thinking the lineup looks skewed, well, it was counted off as Singaporeans vs the rest before more of the rest showed up.

2 interesting facts of the day. The Singaporeans, due to some technical difficulties, lost 6 at bats. Weixiong and Gil only had 1 at bat in the first inning, and their next at bat was in the 7th inning. The score would have been completely different if they had managed to step into the batters box. Not sure how it happened, but it did, and by the time it was noticed, it was almosts too late. Nevertheless, they managed to help the ONEs go from mercy to a decent score. (The ONEs were 18-9 by the 7th).

The second interesting fact, was that the man who did not like to run, ran the furthest. Uboat, who barely gets out of the batter's box on a normal day, not only batted in the most RBIs, he also set the record for the most extra-base hits in a game, and put himself on the SAS HOF for hitting for the cycle. Ironically, it was only his last at-bat that he managed to hit a single. Strangely enough, it wasn't his batting that got him extra bases, but his extremely aggressive running. He reached second on singles, third on doubles and all the way home on triples. It was amazing to see his display of speed on the base paths, and we honestly hope to see it again.

It was good to see some of the 'oldies' reappear, and we welcome back Rickey from his *coughvacationcough* sabbatical. Although, Rickey was up to his old self again, sitting on the bench, leaving after the first game..etc. It was good to see Jason and Diana again. We haven't seen them since they got married. It seems marriage is a curse for SASers. Look at DY, Nigeypooh and Sandman. They've become especially irregular after getting married. Rube managed to stave off the curse somehow, and DT wisely sidestepped the entire situation.


MBP: Uboat
Biggest Bat: Uboat
Gold Glove: Cheetah
DY: Gunz and Rickey for showing up even though they were sick.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

القرآن الكريم

16 June 2007 - Rained Out

It rained the whole day, only slowing (and nearly stopping) at about 2pm, which tempted everyone to come out of their caves and go to the field. But no sooner had we arrived at the carpark that the skies opened up again. We adjourned to Joes for beer and pool, but the emptiness that gnaws at our insides when we don't play ball just kept getting worse and worse. We wait the whole week just to play softball on saturday and when we don't, the horrible feeling of being disjointed from the world is just awful. When the rain subsided at about 4pm, we just had to play. Though not everyone wanted to get wet and dirty, there were enough of the stalwarts to get in some batting/fielding/diving/sliding practice.

WetandWildsters - NewJohn, Wild Thing, Knees, Gunz, The Mick, Rube, H, DT

DrinkingatJoes - Horfun, Uboat, Rickey

CameToPlaybutLeftBeforeRainStopped - DY

Overall, it was quite a good day. Even with the rain, we managed 12 without trying. Rugburn was out of town, Superdad probably had to protect his daughters from the thunder and Sandman is just whipped. If not for the rain, we would probably have had 13-15.

We did get in a good 2 hours of batting practice, with everyone taking 20-30 hits. The only rule in the field was every play had to be a dive, and that made it hella fun. Everyone was soaking wet after the session, but it made it worth the while as it was incredible fun. The Mick showed his Glen impression in the infield. He has a better arm than Glen (mostly displaying knoblochitis), but the holes were the same. Wild Thing was showing some power at bat, hitting the ball into the outfield easily and consistantly. We'll definitely have to show some respect when defending against her. Gunz was showing off his arm by bypassing the cutoff man and going straight for home. DT hurt his hand catching one of Gunz's throws. Knees was in his element in the wet. He caught practically everything while sliding on the ground. Not only that but he was showing some power with his bat, hitting deep into left field over the outfielders head. We discovered Rube's weakness at the plate. He just can't throw the ball from home to 3rd. So runners take note, if you're on second and Rube is catching, go ahead and steal 3rd. More likely than not, you'll end up safe at home. DT was competing with The Mick for the best Glen impression in the infield. The Mick won in the end. NewJohn showed some good range in the outfield. We might want to move him out there if The Mick and DT want to continue pursuing the Glen award.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

9 June 2007 - So Close

ONEs: 1st Rube/Gunz, 2nd Maglite, 3rd Rube, SS DT, LF Superdad, CF Knees, RF Cool Papa
TWOs: 1st Rube/Uboat, 2nd Wild Thing, 3rd Mick, SS NewJohn, LF Rugburn, CF Mick/Sandman, RF WeiXiong, RRF Johannes

ONEs 23: TWOs 22 (10 innings)

It was another game with extra innings. SAS is getting so damned competitive (it's a good thing). If Coach were to show up, he'd be damned proud. Even 7 runs down, the losing team would not give up and tried their darnest to bring the score back.
The standard of SAS is another great improvement. There used to be a time when there were a wider spectrum of player standards, ranging from the godawful to the great. But now, there are lesser players at the lower end, and even the weaker players know their jobs in the field, and they can still hit. Cut-off men are getting the ball from the outfield, rundowns are executed with textbook precision. It's definitely become a lot more competitive than when I first joined, but the improvement in standard doesn't detract from the fun. There are less bonehead plays which result in less heckling, less 'haha' funny plays and more 'woah' good plays.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Updates will be late

DT is in camp doing his two weeks reservist, protecting the beloved foreign talent, so he's unable to update the blog this week.
It will be updated when he finally gets out this weekend.

Sent by Blackberry

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

2 June 2007 - Extra Innings

ONEs: 1st Rube, 2nd Maglite, 3rd H, SS DT, LF Superdad, CF Knees, RF Cool Papa
TWOs: 1st Uboat, 2nd Horfun, 3rd DT, SS Newjohn, LF Mick, CF Sandman, RF Rugburn

Game 1: ONEs 25: TWOs 28 (11 innings.

Tied at 8 in 5
Tied at 14 in 8
Tied at 17 in 9
Tied at 21 in 10
TWOs scored 7 runs top of 11
ONEs scored 4.

The field was green and soft and beautiful and there was no sun. It was a tough game. I don't remember most of it because I was exhausted by the end, but it was a tough game.

By the time we got to the 9th inning, it got so competitive that both sides stopped talking to each other. The field took on an eerie silence as everyone was focusing on their roles. Fielders were trying not to make mistakes and batters just wanted to get on base. I haven't seen the teams have so much dedication to ensure a win in a long time.

The opposite team were no longer friends. They were foes to be destroyed, and one could tell that both teams were serious about it by the grimaces on their faces. Even with Superdad leaving in the 9th, the ONEs weren't going to give up the goat. The TWOs magnimously supplied a temporary fielder for the ONEs to continue the game.

Maglite proved her mettle in the end, coming up with 3 fantastic, extra base clutch hits to keep the ONEs alive in the 9th, 10th and 11th. Cool Papa made the longest hit of 2007, way, way, way over Rugburn's head. Knees pulled one as well, deep past the left field wall. It was a career distance for him.

We welcome the Mick back from his long 'work trip' back to the US. We also welcome a pretty, well dressed and articulate Singaporean Chinese girl who came to watch our game from the sidelines in the 9th inning. Turns out that she was The Mick's 'friend'. As her father said 'Appearances are Important', or as Kitty's mother-in-law said 'He's so ugly, I can't look at him'


GoldGlove: Knees
Biggest Bat: Knees/Cool Papa - Tie
MBP: Everyone

Monday, June 04, 2007

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Fair or Foul?

Fair or Foul?
The runner yelling 'mine' to distract the fielder from catching a popup?
An infielder dropping a line-drive to get a force doubleplay?
A fake throw to first to tag an advancing runner?
Swatting the ball from the fielder's glove?

Read the article below.
Link

Rodriguez Keeps Straddling Baseball’s Foul Line
Left, Julie Jacobson/Associated Press; right, Adrian Wyld/Associated Press

It was clever or childish, cunning gamesmanship or borderline cheating, or maybe something in between. But when Alex Rodriguez of the Yankees shouted something to a Toronto Blue Jays infielder Wednesday night, helping cause a pop-up to drop and leading to three runs, the debate began.

The only certainty is that the play further blurred the line between what is fair or foul in the unwritten code of baseball — and solidified Rodriguez’s reputation as a player willing to test boundaries. Players, coaches and baseball observers interviewed yesterday routinely struggled to articulate what was permissible and what was not, and why.

“If I could explain it clearly, there would be no fine line,” said the Fox baseball broadcaster Tim McCarver, a former major league catcher. “You just have to be there. That’s how fine the line is.”

Deception in baseball has long been alternately applauded and cursed. Games are filled with attempts to trick the opponent, like children in the outfield imploring the batter-batter-batter to swing and fielders applying a tag without a ball or trying to steal signs.

Baseball lore is filled with memorable examples of bamboozlement, from a minor league catcher carving a potato to look like a baseball to infielders serving as decoys to help win the World Series.

On Wednesday, with the Yankees leading, 7-5, in the top of the ninth inning, Jorge Posada hit a two-out high pop that third baseman Howie Clark settled under. But as Rodriguez casually ran behind him toward third, he shouted something — “Ha!” according to Rodriguez; “Mine!” according to Clark.

Clark scooted away. The ball dropped.

It was ruled a hit for Posada, not an error on Clark. Hideki Matsui scored and Rodriguez was safe at third. Jason Giambi singled to drive in Rodriguez and Posada, and the Yankees went on to win, 10-5.

The play infuriated the Blue Jays. As Clark watched sheepishly, shortstop John McDonald had to be restrained from going after Rodriguez. Toronto Manager John Gibbons argued with the umpires. He later called the play “bush league.”

Their complaints had little to do with the rules and everything to do with an unwritten code of sportsmanship. According to Rule 7.08(b), a base runner is out if he “hinders a fielder attempting to make a play on a batted ball.” But the rule equates interference with contact. That leaves a void, open to interpretation. Can players shout anything? What if Rodriguez had moved closer, or shouted it louder?

“That’s what makes baseball so great,” McDonald said yesterday before the Blue Jays played the Chicago White Sox. “There’s the rule book, and there are other things that are passed down from older players when I was first starting my career. So it's something I may take offense to, but other people may not.”

Apparently, the code permits some words or noises but not others. It may also depend on where the play occurs. It is telling that there is some discrepancy over what Rodriguez said. He denied saying “mine,” though Clark repeated that accusation yesterday.

“Maybe that’s a little bit out of line,” Rodriguez said.

Others agreed.

“It’s not like he said, ‘I got it,’ ” Yankees Manager Joe Torre said after the game, suggesting that such a claim would be inappropriate. “He just made a noise.”

Players and coaches differed widely on how common the practice was. San Francisco Giants shortstop Omar Vizquel, in his 19th season, said that he had never had an opponent try to distract him from catching a pop-up, and was not sure it was legal. But White Sox Manager Ozzie Guillén, a former shortstop, said that it happened all the time. “It’s the first time it worked at the big-league level,” he said.

“Why not do it?” he said. “We all do everything to win games.”

Torre, Rodriguez and others said that such attempts to break the concentration of fielders, if not fool them completely, were common, at least in foul territory.

“When a catcher comes over to the opposing dugout, everybody yells, ‘I got it. I got it,’ ” Torre said.

There is little doubt that the play has been scrutinized because it involved Rodriguez, always a magnet for controversy who has been accused of schoolyard antics before.

“I think it’s more because it’s A-Rod than anything else,” said Fernando Viña, who spent 12 years mostly as a second baseman and is now a baseball analyst for ESPN. He said he did not think that Wednesday’s play was a dirty one.

Last week, as Rodriguez slid into second base to try to break up a double play, he gave a forearm to Boston second baseman Dustin Pedroia, who called the action “a little cheap.”

In Game 6 of the 2004 American League Championship Series against the Red Sox, Rodriguez swatted the ball loose from the glove of pitcher Bronson Arroyo, who was trying to apply a tag. Rodriguez was called out for interference and was lambasted by the Red Sox for his tactics.

But shouting at fielders as he runs?

“From what I’m hearing from other guys, he does it all the time,” said Ryan Klesko of the Giants, in his 16th season. In the minor leagues, he said, he once ran past a third baseman preparing to throw out a runner, and the throw was wild. Klesko was struck in the back by a pitch his next time at the plate, he said. He, too, called shouting at fielders bush league.

It is not clear how such codes are kept straight in the minds of baseball players. It is O.K. to steal signs by the catcher from second base, but not to look back at the catcher while hitting, for example. It is fine to bowl over the catcher when trying to score at home plate, but not if the catcher has left room to one side to try to slide safely. A middle infielder who pretends to catch a ball from the catcher on a steal attempt when the ball actually flew into the outfield is simply playing smart.

In the eighth inning of a scoreless Game 7 of the 1991 World Series, Lonnie Smith of the Atlanta Braves was on first base, and he ran toward second as the pitch was thrown. He saw Minnesota Twins second baseman Chuck Knoblauch crouch to field the batted ball and fake a throw. He did not immediately see that Terry Pendleton had hit the ball toward the wall between two outfielders. Smith should have scored on the hit, but he stopped at second momentarily before scurrying to third.

Smith was stranded there, and the Twins won, 1-0, in 10 innings. Smith was widely criticized, and Knoblauch’s play was complimented. McCarver worked the game as a broadcaster, and he still considers it a great play by Knoblauch.

Why? “Because that’s a decoy,” he said, explaining that it was Smith’s fault for losing track of the ball’s flight and having to rely on the fielders for an indication of where it went.

Jerry Manuel, a coach for the Mets, differentiated between a decoy and other attempts at deception, although the difference is difficult to delineate. “Decoy is part of the game,” he said. “When you scream or yell, that is not a decoy.”

A true decoy was used by a minor league catcher named Dave Bresnahan. In 1987, with the Williamsport (Pa.) Bills, he carved a potato to look like a baseball. With a runner on third base, Bresnahan threw the potato into the outfield in an apparent pickoff attempt. The runner raced home, and Bresnahan tagged him out with the real ball.

After some confusion, the runner was declared safe, and Bresnahan — whose number was later retired by the minor league team — was cut the next day by the Cleveland Indians organization.

Rodriguez will not face the same fate. But he again finds himself where he spends most of his time — in the heart of the controversy, at the center of the debate, alternately applauded and cursed.